As I hide away from the world once again, I ponder what will be........
A river runs through my soul My mind rests on the bank of it My eyes hide the fear that runs on the rapids As I hide away inside myself Away from the worlds uncertainty and cruelty The river carries me far Far from any reality My tears are the river From eyes that never run dry
I know alot about hiding inside...one of many reasons why I write. The world I create is a kinder, gentler one than the chaotic mess that we read about in the paper. It's easier to cope with. This is a very thought provoking piece. Michelle
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Good to meet you in the Den, thanks for reviewing my last lunatic write lol.
Ch'erie