My Secret Place

Sitting beside still waters, I know my soul will be restored.

The sound bubbling and trickling as it outpours.

A calmness, a stillness settling deep down within.

A breath of fresh air, a soothing balm seeping in.

Lying down in green pastures, I am without nothing.

The warmth beating down as the ice is melting.

Layers of hurt liquify and peel away.

Layers of damage hurt and obey.

In my secret place I am safe, seen, found and free.

In my secret place, I am me.

-Written by The Secret Shadow Scribe (From the book - Scribblings from a Shadow Scribe)