Hiding Places
By Stanley B Previtte
There is a girl of blue-green eyes
And curly locks of hair,
A beautiful woman inside and out
With strength and filled with care.
Her strength derives from many places,
Hers often comes from fear,
So she builds enormous walls
And hides away where she can’t hear.
She’s strong enough without the wall,
But none have told her so.
So she takes the best of her behind
The bricks where we can’t go.
She can’t hear the hearts that sing
Or pine for her soothing love.
She can’t hear the promises made
By a man who holds true love.
She only hears echoes of pain
From days which passed away,
And that pain will come again
Is all that she will say.
Outside the wall is a man who
Never meant her harm,
He only wants to say true things,
Though they may cause alarm.
Her fearful mind, it will not trust
The things she cannot see,
It has no faith in honest words
And won’t confirm the things that be.
These walls of fear come from a place
That died with her own past,
But she preserved the bricks from them,
Faux comfort made them last.
Rooted in that past she sees
New days through that old lense,
So any offense that comes her way
Is unfairly tried and condemned.
