It loves to play ‘ hide and seek ' , my soul.
Concealing itself in the shadows of my waking dreams.
It hides in the judgements of others and in their rules,
It lingers behind me as I walk their paths and not my own.
It hides in my busy days and the comfort of routine.
It waits behind the barriers of the past, the perceived wrong-doings, celebrated ‘ rights ' .
It hides in my nervousness and in my confidence,
In my children, and my mind.
It hides in my selflessness and selfishness,
In my smiling, nodding agreement -
Until,
Fed up with this indifferent seeker,
It jumps from its hiding place, hands on hips and yells,
Here I Am!
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