I Hid Me

A poem about me.

You said I couldn’t be.

So I hid me.

Behind wicked society,

Devoted in dreadful piety.

I hid me.

Until I found myself hiding,

In that corner I had once sent me chiding.

I whispered a gentle bidding:

This is not wholly who,

I had left this corner to.

Leave this safe home,

And come with me to roam,

To see the world out here,

To be the one before you now, so clear,

The one that you have hid from in fear.

No longer.

I have found me.

Do you not see the wonder?

The answer booms aloud like thunder.

It is all there for you, so take some.

I bid you to forget where you are from,

And come.

Be what you could only fathom.

Let your heart thrum,

A beat of liberated hum.

March your feelings to the drum.

This is the anthem of freedom.

This is the end of your numb.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

The burden of being hidden is that the true self can be lost underneath all the hiding and the props that there is almost nothing of the original to grasp on to. I would rather we all be allowed just to be and to be given that space and freedom.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem a lot. Freedom to think and do what we desire is our most important
aspect of a life. I like your ending. Better to march to your own drums and celebrate being alive. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Syldor]

A beautiful work. You did a wonderful job of keeping the rythm while weaving in the rhyme. You show great promise.

[Jeannie Wilder]

Ah, I enjoyed this. It has a good development of the main character. Whether or not it's autobiographical, I think you've captured this image well.
However, I think you could add a little. You give us the self-boost aside, but what will you do with this new found freedom? Although I know that sometimes you just can't quite add more, but I tempt you to play with it a little more.
Overall, well done!

Jeannie

p.s. fourth stanza is my favorite -- especially that second line. I think you can make the rest of this piece as strong as that line!