| Each of us has a hidden place Somewhere deep within ourselves A place where we go to get away To think things through To be alone, to be ourselves This unique place where we confront our deepest feelings Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes All our needs, all our dreams All even our unspoken fears It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be But now and then, whether by chance or design Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone And allow that person to see, to feel and to share All the reason, all the uncertainty And all the emotion we have stored up there That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place Where a bit of himself will stay forever And we call that person a friend ~ By Carol Elaine Faivre-Scott ~ Home Index Epicureantime |
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