My Hiding Place

All I can give are these few words written here

Uncovering part of my life hoping to clear

Being left behind wrestling with my old fears

The same unspoken problems behind my tears


No molds or experience just an empty void

Tripping over my cold darkened thoughts yet a boy

Being held backward or worst yet pushed through destroyed

Reliving parts of my life no longer being toyed


The mirrored web cracked splintering some of my sins

While I tip toe on eggshells, needles and pins

Hoping today the rest of my life begins

Opening the locked doors that are held tight within


© 2014 Michael Yost 04/05

4 responses to “My Hiding Place

  1. Here’s to hope, my friend….May you find it worth the struggle.


  2. Thanks. It’s all good.


  3. Thank you. I hard one.


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