the interior hermit.

the reality is

i live inside my mind

pacing the halls of my psyche

laughing with the memories of love

it's comfortable in here

all soft chairs and 

gentle blanketcaresses

adoring words and

smoothly silken remembrances

here, whenever i need them most

i've covered my walls with warmth

painted over my shuttered windows

with idyllic scenes of a life i want to have

draping each softly rounded corner

with rich tapestries of coloured days

peopling my inner sanctum

with the ghosts of those i love

(but cannot have - 

for a myriad of reasons)

i've become adept 

at gilding my cage

with happiness

for it is a cage

make no mistake about that

its bars are stronger

than any substance known to man

i know this

because i built them myself

and i never do things by halves

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I too live within my mind. Memories are always there to comfort me when I need a smile of a laugh but with that comes the memories that haunt me and make me long for the things that will never be or won't be anytime soon. My fantasy world is a great place until reality tries to destroy it. You have captured what it is like when you live within your own mind and create a hidden world for you to find comfort when the real world can't give you solace.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Great piece. Our innards are either our besties or our worsties...our playgrounds or our inner hells. Fantastic read...love the smooth flow. Love the last line "and i never do things by halves" Great job!

[Linear]

Sometimes we need those places of retreat, and yours is so beautiful, and bars do not a prison make, great work indeed

[Ed Hart]

i'm not quite sure this is what the creation had in mind

[Robin]

I love when poetry intersects the heart and reality

[Crowley]

Heavy sigh.....this was wonderfully written , but makes my heart sink below sea level. Treading water is not like work when you know someone is coming to rescue you, but if you don't there is a larger propensity to give up...tread on.....

[Nobody.]

ouch! this one stung....I saw elements of my own want to hide in the mix. beautifully written! poetic to the marrow and deeply piercing.

great piece.

cheers!