Hidden Away

Childhood was filled with fantasies and inward playmates.
I found myself standing on the edge of the world, watching everyone grow, learn and do the things that were meant to be done in the here and now. While I stood, day dreaming of dragons, true love and forests as large as the imagination.
Time passed and I found that I needed to step into the real world.
Needed to learn to be what I had to be to survive.
I hid my world. I quieted my mind and kept my special place safe in case I needed to visit to feel the sheer joy of pure understanding once again.

I found that my fantasy place where my dragons breathed fire to cook my dinner and people loved one another freely without censure clashed with the reality world that I physically resided in.
I had to hide my flights of fancy as they had no place in the harsh hustle and bustle of this world.
It was useless to find soul mates who understood those wild corners of my mind so I learned to morph into what was acceptable.
Though I still was outcast.
Standing on the sidelines watching people run to and fro.
People lived for the things of the time and could not understand where I came from.
Who I truly am was hidden away.

I long for a place where I can set out the trinkets of my world and have curious passerby's stop to admire the creativity and beauty I have displayed.
To be able to sit over coffee and discuss the deeper workings of the mind, soul and spirit.
To hold hands with a lover and just watch the river flow by in silence feeling content and complete.
Sitting on soft pillows, scented candles, with shelves of books to read and discuss.
My lover would lay their head in my lap while we talked as the clouds floated by on a summer day as dusk approached. All was safe and wonderful.
My words would be heard. They would make sense.
My fondest dream would come true
I would be seen for who I really am and loved for it.