Hiding Place

Disclaimer: This poem should not be taken as a statement about my views on life. It is not neccessarily about me. 

Secret, silent,
Private and secure,
My place to hide away.
Far from the madness we call life
And the rush of each new day.
Dewdrops sparkling,
Jewels in the grass,
And a grey mist drifting
Conceals me from a heedless world  
Where good and bad are shifting.

Mixing, blending,
Everything is grey.
Monochrome is 'in' now,
The world has said 'conform or else'
But my spirit will not bow.

Resting, hiding,
'Til I have the strength
To stand up and say 'no'.
Someday I will be brave enough
To go against the flow.





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