Your Secret Place

I've had conversations with you in my head, and you've said things, some hurtful, some beautiful. Things you never knew you said. Ever catch that?

That little talk with your conscience. Those times when you're alone I mean. That little talk you have with a friend, relative or just someone you conjured up. In your own little paradise. The one a battered soul checks into for a break. The conversations always meaningful and perfect.

I do this sometimes. Imagine a scenario irrelevant to even me. A new family, a new background a new set of knowledge while you spectate and chose which one you'd like to be.

The father, farmer, fake? And in your secret place it all goes as planned doesn't it? Every argument won as you knew what they were going to say. The world of mind where you're every voice but when you're there it doesn't matter. In the secret place that I go.

The place I hope I'll stay when my physical body leaves me. Forever in paradise. In a soul with no mind. Like walking across the surface of the 4th dimension where there's more than direction. The capability to walk on the soft fabric of time and space. Take a step into a new era where you'll never feel the pain again. The monsters won't follow you there. It's ok my friend. No one will ever hurt you here.

The pain created this place, but can not go inside. This is your secret place. Where peace meets the soul, while the body endures. A child beaten by his drunken stepfather. The beaten wife who still loves him. Destroyed lives. But there's always that secret place. The place a bullet won't puncture. The place a blade won't cut. The place you're safe from the bad man. The place in your mind. You're in charge here. You'll hear no objection from me.

We've talked many talks you and I. You weren't there but I heard you. I heard you cry. I was in your fingertips while you wiped the tears away. I was in your legs while they stood up. I was in your eyes while they looked the other way. I am in your dreams and while you can't remember. I hold you there every night.

And I whisper. I'll always be here. I promise.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this during a suicidal breakdown.

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