there is a place where I do hide.
So no one sees the pain inside.
I go there to cry, or laugh or sing,
and no one can see anything.
In that place there is a brook
I go there to quietly read a book.
I go there to escape, to hide, to be free
and I sit watching my brook leaning against a willow tree.
My place is deep in the woods where no one can find me
that way I can cry where no one can see.
It is a peaceful spot, with trees and flowers and my brook
and no one has found it yet even though they look.
It is my sanctuary, my hide a way, my secret spot
I hope I will alway have that place, even though I think not.
Author notes
sorry about the spelling, my computer is acting up.
A contest entry
- Secret Place by aslanlight.
600 points, ended August 22, 2007, 24 entries
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Comments
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Good One
The rhyme is great and the flow is also - the story sad but from the heart - I suppose we all have a hiding place - keeps us sane - lol - keep on keeping on - Bless God - Joe
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This is ery sad, but I love it so much. The scene seems so familiar--right from my own pain. Lovely write.
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Wow you've perfectly described my secret place, brook, wood and everything! How did you find it? Maybe I'll see you there and we can have a laugh and sing together.
Peace Georgia
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