Hide From Reality Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A little voice, a tiny sound,
A truth that tiptoes on the ground.
You hear it softly, in your head,
But pull the blanket overhead.

The world you know is warm and bright,
Familiar comfort in the night.
This other whisper, cold and strange,
Might force a difficult exchange.

So drift along, in sleepy haze,
Ignore the sun's insistent rays.
Let shadows dance and play their part,
Protect the fragile, dreaming heart.

For waking means confronting fear,
The truth may bring a bitter tear.
It's easier to stay asleep,
Than secrets that the shadows keep.


T.M.Solvang