There's a place where the
wounded soul goes to hide,
a place that cannot be reached by
though it nods at the effort.
It's a dark retractable placce,
without windows and doors;
a place where the soul would be
more alone than it has ever known
unless Someone -
SOMEONE able to walk through walls -
was not already there waiting.
From When Life Takes What Matters by Susan L. Lenzkes