Hidden
I hide under the umbrella of the nearest willow tree
Just to be myself, with no social media publicity
Where the details of my life are not all scattered
Across the open ground, as if nothing mattered
Take me out from under the unwanted microscope
It’s not where I belong and not where I can cope
Allow me the peace and freedom of this saving grace
Found beneath the willow tree in my hidden quiet place
Heidi Sands
9/14/18
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2018
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