At my moms house whenever I was upset, I used to escape to the area below the bottom deck. There I had a place to sit beside the creek and sing songs or listen to birds sing songs, or just watch nature and relax. I would sit there for hours untill I felt better and I ended up in such a good mood that it somehow fixed all the problems in my life for the time being.
Outside of my house
Below the bottom deck
Is my hiding place,
The trees all around
Guard me of my fears
And comfort me when crying,
Water swiftly moving
Right below my eyes
Relaxes all the tension in my body,
Sweet, chirping sounds
Ring in my ears
As birds sing along to my sadness,
When I talk to myself
Of my problems this night
The wind whispers soothingly in my ear,
As a new season approaches
My heart fills with sadness
For soon I will be on my own,
Ice cold air moves in
Soon it will kill and chase it away
So I guess I’ll have to wait till spring,
I wish not to leave
For four whole months
But I’ll come back soon hiding place.
Andrea Schuck
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