Recess of My Mind

In the recess of my mind from time to time is where I go to hide. I go there to feel safe but alone I sit inside. I am an introvert so they say and labels I have many. I listen as they are listed but none of them do they stick. And so I am left wondering…or is it wandering..huh, I think it's both. But that's okay I will continue on day after day in the drudgery that is mine. For this is only temporary and my future is not herein where I lie where Iam left to sit and ponder all kinds of grief and cry. No, I live not in this place but it was once my home. Maybe to make it look better I should put up a garden gnome.