The quiet whispers of the night…
A caressing touch …a half-hidden smile…
Is it my dream? My imagination?
A restless mind’s vivid creation?
I look for answers within myself:
That’s my inevitable mistake.
There are no answers to be found
Within my soul’s restraining bounds.
To find the answers, I need to escape
From my own self, from my confinement.
I need to release my other self
And beg her not to remain silent.
Perhaps when I confront my own fears,
I shall be able to see things clear.
Perhaps when I’m no longer constrained,
My fears will weaken, no doubts will remain.
Copyright: Nara Hodge 2017
