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.

[Bewitching Sensations]

Brilliant.. the words danced off the page.. resounded peace and a time to recharge the battery

[Wakeofahero]

Neva... I haven't been on this website in months, and still EVERYTHING you write is always touching. You have such a good heart and I hope this write wasn't about painful memories. Once again, well done!

[Mark]

Sanctuary.... :)

[afra]

Simply beautiful'......... I loved it

[Falling Leaf.]

Beautiful and heart wrenching. Very well done!

[felioness]

Very emotive...a self examination of the soul. Nice.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

A sad, but sense of peace in this write. Beautiful!

[That_Girl]

I absolutely adore the ending. Well done!

[.]

This is a very beautiful piece. Your use of enjambed lines really display this tone of tranquilly, which dances within the lines of the poem. Great work.