Wednesday, September 21, 2016

A Secret Place

I sing of a secret place.
One where I can hide,
and be whoever I want to be.
A place where we can the reckless,
and the wild youth,
chasing visions of our future. 
A place where we can make mistakes,
and not be judged for them.
A place where we can try,
and try again,
and not stop trying until we succeed.
A place where nothing can hold us back.
Not money, not age, not work, or school.
A place where you can be an artist,
or a writer,
or a business man,
and one isn't considered "more successful"
than the other.
A place where you can change your mind
about what you want to do,
100 times before you settle.
A place where you don't even have to "settle."
A place where you only have to worry about whats best for YOU.
For me, this place is my journal.
I scribble symbols into the paper,
and I'm in that place that I sing of.
I'm in my secret place. 

2 comments:

  1. I love the thought of you using your journal as a place of discovery, trial and error, freedom. A really beautiful sentiment, Anastasiya.

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  2. Beautiful piece, love the description, that place would be lovely

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