On Being a Hermit
I know the heart of the Hermit
Is a heart war torn
Beaten and downtrodden
A resource tattered and scattered
Used up then left aside
Outside life progresses on
Crawling away, hiding within
Recluse like in darkened internal dens
Withdrawing from the poisons
Of a venomous world
In solitude healing begins
The battle scars reflect
Days once lived in belief and faith
Offering up compassion and love
To those whom choose to only fear
Alone time stands still
Turn off the chatter of a wounded heart
Live a life apart from all the winds
Forgiving forgetting the Terrors of life
Rebuild a spirit that is strengthened
From within
Love is the visceral elixir of faith
The Hermit becomes wise
Beyond thoughts, beyond body
Knowing that to be alone within and without
Heals the tortured soul so that
Wisdom can be born
Come out
By: Maryanne Mesplé
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