I knelt up at the window
Looked out on yellow light
A street lamp in Birmingham
A prisoner in the night
Those first few weeks away from home
And I eleven years old
What on earth was I doing there!
Away from the family fold
Later on a I found a hiding place
Among the shrubs and trees
To read my book
Away from all around me
I cannot now connect
The long road lay ahead of me
One I now forget
When we are trapped
We must escape inside
No one can find me there
My own hide
But being hidden
Now we are lost as well
When will we escape?
Who can tell?
Brian Fahy
13 June 2022
+ When the world we live in is not to our liking, we escape inside ourselves, and hide there. But this coping strategy might be okay for a while, but if persisted in, it becomes an obstacle to our genuine progress in the world. For we must live in the world, just as truly as we live inside our own spirit.
Erris Poetry 