There are times when I feel more fragile than a feather,
a tender leaf among a field of brilliant wildflowers,
dwarfed by the brilliance of the world.
My feet stuck in this modern humanity 
where I don’t belong.
The noises and comings and goings and
constant connection,
Often, 
I hide from it all.
More often, 
I wish I could hide from it all.
Always,
I push through,
find the hidden strength
to keep going.
Sometimes,
I wonder why.
Still, finding the determination
to do what I must,
when I must.
So that I can come here 
to this peaceful solitude,
to feel the truth of life and
bask in it’s quiet beauty.