The Hiding Place

Sweet fragrance
breathed in
yesterday remembered
comforts and safety
in the secret place
for me
to disappear
to imagine
to hope
under the bending branches
of the honeysuckle bush
there I learned
to cry without tears
to care without feeling
to pray without words
There I learned to hide

Today the memory
compassionately faded
the aroma of the honeysuckle
wafts about my nostrils
as I breathe in the fresh country air
I walk the hills
and hide no more
my dreams coming to be
hope the center of me
I write the tears
the feelings
the words
crying out loud
caring until it hurts
praying openly
Here I learned to live

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