Retreat

When my feelings are hurt, I exit the scene So my hurt by others cannot be seen. My pain calls for private time, Where often I turn to words of rhyme To express my thoughts, my feelings raw And then sometimes, I'll paint or draw For as, while I work, I think things through To put in perspective and myself renew. I find it extremely hard on the Internet To deal with those who seem to forget, People have hearts and are easily broken By thoughtless remarks with no revokin'. When you're a person who is really real, And genuinely care, others will steal All they can from you, an easy mark. The waters are infested with many a shark. With, for themselves only, so many concerned, A gentle heart can easily get burned. To be such a person requires courage quite immense, Since is known, sharks are circling in numbers, dense. Trying to spread Love in waters of hate Is a grueling task for one to try to cultivate. So, when the pain of being bitten is too much to bear, I Retreat into a solitude where only God is there. Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2018-05-21 23:35:00 (EDT) All rights reserved.