There is a spot
Hidden deep in the forest
Where I can go.
To just think
And be me
I can sit here under the canopy of trees
This place doesn’t know anything of
Pain or sorrow,
Anger or hate.
The sun shines dims in through the treetops
A little swing hooked on the branch
And I just can swing until my legs hurt.
I’ll just stay here until my pain goes away…
Author notes
Sadly I do not have my own little hidden forest...
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Lovely Write
I loved this write you shared with us this place which is your resting place. I loved the descriptive lanuage and how you can go there when you need to be alone. I know what its like I need place in which I can go seek solitude most of the time when you need space from poeple. Thank you sharing a another wonderful write your a wonderful poet.
Distant Unknown
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Thank you so much for your comment The Distant Unknown! I always love your comments!
Hope.
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Maybe you should move over here. There are trees everywhere. I miss everyone there, everyone here is either so different and or they hate me...
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