Hiding in a secret place
where no one can hurt me,
In my own world with feelings unknown,
hoping not to see,
Introverted or isolated
behind a shield I don't know,
That possibly I'm denying
that I could be feeling low,
I venture outward
only to find myself afraid, and alone,
At times it reminds me of
living in a twilight zone,
The silence is consoling, comforting,
and less intrusive,
I retreat to my inner world of serenity,
which I find conducive,
I long for a sense of equilibrium
between the two,
Knowing there is only
so much I can do,
Acknowledging my inner thoughts, feelings,
and powerlessness, in a poem
The awareness of the inward journey
has been causing me to roam,
Searching for God
within my secret hiding place,
Humbly I pray with sincerity,
asking that He show his face,
I continue the journey
down a long quiet path,
Trying to leave behind
the pain, hurt, and wrath,
Awakening the senses by motivation
is what I so desperately lack,
Being weighed down
with a heavy burden, or sack,
I will trudge this journey
with hopes for inner solitude,
Keeping in mind and remembering gratitude.
