Faye Sizemore

HERMITESS

I do not know when it happened
I do not know when I went amiss
I have become a hermitess
I only know… in this shaded bower
I while away each day’s hour
I am very content to be here
where all the familiar is dear
I have no desire… to seek and find
that which no longer satisfies my mind
My friends are of a select few…
most of them sharing my view
Lines keep forming in my head…
lines that I feel must be said
In my solitude… my thoughts do soar
and I can only wonder why the path
is so well trod… leading up to my door