My Place Poem by Phil Soar

The places that I go, when feeling low, or just alone
Some folk might question reasons, or seek answers, I don't know
Not knowing why I go there, or how I find such peace
I only know those places have become my little niche
And sheltered in those moments, silence lies beside me still
I sense a world outside my own, and wonder if I will
Share this place with anyone, or keep it just for me
It makes me who I am and will love it endlessly