Going into the solitude of my mind,
believing somewhere there are answers I can find.
Hidden reasons I cannot figure out,
those which cause me pain and fill me with doubt.

Giving love with my heart and hand,
some reactions, I receive, are hard to understand.
Thinking people are really true friends,
soon finding out they have betrayed me yet again.

Sharing feelings in notes with only me,
then realizing the words are saved and others see.
Do some of these people have no pride,
how do they escape the guilt they must feel inside.

How do you mend yet another heart,
as careless words are repeated tearing friends apart.
They imagine they are fooling everyone,
but soon their evil handiwork will soon come undone.

Sooner or later they show their intent,
when questioned by you they will try to circumvent.
If you listen closely with both ears,
it will reduce those wasted moments spent in tears.

Decide which words are safe to relay,
pretend everyone knows what you are going to say.
When one shares their secrets with you,
you can bet many more people know the secret too.

It is your spirits only true protection,
then you won’t have to worry about your recollection.
Wondering what it was you did wrong,
or the feelings, some of the times, like you don’t belong.

When it is solitude your soul needs,
because of this strangers cruelty and harmful deeds.
Take the time to relax and unwind,
let it drift with the winds and leave your pain behind.

Someday these actions they can’t defend,
when facing their judgement by our Savior at the end.
What reasoning will be given on this day,
as they meet Him face to face and cannot look away.

© Brenda Sparkman
February 2, 2007