This Is The Place
This is the place I come to
When the world becomes too much
When I need to find myself
Heal my hurts
The lies in the silence
My justifications for my mistakes
My feigned perfections
The shame of my selfishness
My fear of my power
My insecurity that I may not be liked
To drop my self-deception
To be weak, to be wounded
To indulge myself, to say the words I refrain
To release the tears I’ve retained
To hurl my frustrations against the page
To be lost in the dark seeking the light of the sage
This is the place I come to
When the world becomes too much
When I need to find myself
Heal my hurts
The lies in the silence
My justifications for my mistakes
My feigned perfections
The shame of my selfishness
My fear of my power
My insecurity that I may not be liked
To drop my self-deception
To be weak, to be wounded
To indulge myself, to say the words I refrain
To release the tears I’ve retained
To hurl my frustrations against the page
To be lost in the dark seeking the light of the sage
- Jane Burd June 2010
