C Marie Johnston

I Hide - Poem by C Marie Johnston

It is only in solitude
In undisturbed peace
The multitude benign
Novels of mystery and fiction
Or tunes bleeding out of buds
Combined with aloneness
I thrive

Noise of not just the city
But the voices unimportantly
Whine and unsubscribe
I can find no liberty
In this circus; Confined
The key is unreachable
Yet I survive

If a mirror were placed
In an inconspicuous space
I dare not try to find
Albeit to look inside
The only place I’m at home
Now is in my mind
I’m still alive

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  • (10/1/2007 11:41:00 PM)

    Being at peace with ourself can be our only consolation amidst the uncertainties in life.... but better yet we we come out to the world and reach out to others. It is only by loving others than we are loved back. Thanks for sharing, wonderul write. Top mark. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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