I Brushed My Hand Across What You Said

I brushed my hand across what you said
then remembered
the exact moment I discovered
my favorite hiding place
where my heart could take deep breaths
and move away from the shadows
speaking as echoes across my mind.
I could feel them move far, far away
from my beating heart
taking me to heights
where I could escape to a better place,
I thought I'd never find.

The deepest pain.....all the hurt I feel,
becomes trivial in this journey
where I define myself
and rises above my existence
here in the solitude
I find
within this hiding place.
Here, my heart becomes softly addicted
to leaving behind
the complications which cling
to the railings
of all my inspiration
when I attempt to write
the song of a nightingale
and every bad memory.........
erase.

Author's Note

*Artist Danielle Richard

Reviews

[Clockwork]

This poem is full of yearning to define the self and I think it accomplishes that. I think the most poet idea in this poem comes in these lines: "when I attempt to write/the song of a nightingale." I think they would make a great title for a new poem. They are really bold unique statements with a lot of meaning to them, and you could really take them anywhere. They are a whole poem in and of themselves.

[Bobbie Coelho]

I like this poem: it flows well. I especially last verse "and rises above my existence here in the solitude I find within this hiding place ..................

Thank you for giving me the chance to comment.

[Aidz]

Neva tries on a different dress.... a little touch of that that is not

[Arielle Ann]

this is bliss, an escape into tranquility away from the pain and betrayal!

[Art Sun]

it has been awhile Neva...and you haven't missed a beat, the emotional impact you express is always felt when one reads and reflects upon your work...never failing you take us to new heights...a very exceptional piece...