Thursday, March 18, 2010

My Island

Someone wise once told me
of a place he used to go
where all the world he leaves behind
a place nobody knows

I also need a hideaway
a place to be alone
a place where I can be just me
a home away from home

An island that’s my refuge
my bolt-hole from the blues
and put some light back in my life
something I need to do

So many thoughts that flood my head
that need their breathing space
so many places I can go
but none of them "my" place

In taking timeout for myself
my thoughts I take down from that shelf
and try to sort through all this mess
for to myself some things confess.

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