I Brushed My Hand Across What You Said
I brushed my hand across what you said
then remembered
the exact moment I discovered
my favorite hiding place
where my heart could take deep breaths
and move away from the shadows
speaking as echoes across my mind.
I could feel them move far, far away
from my beating heart
taking me to heights
where I could escape to a better place,
I thought I'd never find.
The deepest pain.....all the hurt I feel,
becomes trivial in this journey
where I define myself
and rises above my existence
here in the solitude
I find
within this hiding place.
Here, my heart becomes softly addicted
to leaving behind
the complications which cling
to the railings
of all my inspiration
when I attempt to write
the song of a nightingale
and every bad memory.........
erase.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
really like that section where 'my heart becomes addicted...' and the erasure of things, hard to do but i think on some level the more we release it the easier it gets...smiles.
ReplyDeleteNeva--simply said, yes. I also have come to a new found appreciation for that place of isolation away from all that was.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Neva, like You ....... :) EyesWideOpen111.
ReplyDeleteNeva ...toujours un bonheur de vous lire.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry ~
So beautiful words Neva...
ReplyDeleteMeaningful...and that is powerful.
ReplyDeleteahhhh, I love my quiet place. Very nice job of capturing the importance of self isolation
ReplyDeleteThis is a topic that's near to my heart... Many thanks! Where are your contact details though?
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Such a beautiful write Neva!
ReplyDeleteWow, what beautiful writing. Absolutely lovely.
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