as a child i was hurt <br />hurt so deeply with nowhere to tell how hurt i was once <br />with no other place to bury my tears <br />to shout my fears <br />there were no skies above me <br />there was no moon to confide <br />there were only walls <br /> <br />i have grown up <br />through layers and layers of silence <br />thick silence thicker than the earth of million years <br />strong and big and always <br />keen and piercing the walls that i have been used to <br />i have seen more about life's pains <br />and felt the dangers <br />that i have escaped and survived <br />i have become a man <br />and found this hiding place <br /> <br />my poetry.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-my-hiding-place/
