My Secret Hiding Place

It’s where I go

To fill the hole

In my vacant soul.


Barrage of thoughts

Tumbling down

The crushing weight

Of this misplaced crown.


The leader seeks guidance

Solace from decision

Chaotic contemplation

Aligns with more precision.


Down by the river

I sit at the park

Watching the trees

Mother Nature’s works of art.


Thoughts come out in a jumble;

Disjointed scribbles on my pad.

When regrouped I feel enlightened

By both the good and the bad.


Peace comes sometimes

When I seek solace

On the riverbank;

My secret hiding place.


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