On Being a Hermit

~On Being a Hermit~

I know the heart of the Hermit

Is a heart war torn

Beaten and downtrodden

A resource tattered and scattered

Used up then left aside

Outside life progresses on

Crawling away, hiding within

Recluse like in darkened internal dens

Withdrawing from the poisons

Of a venomous world

In solitude healing begins

The battle scars reflect

Days once lived in belief and faith

Offering up compassion and love

To those whom choose to only fear

Alone time stands still

Turn off the chatter of a wounded heart

Live a life apart from all the winds

Forgiving forgetting the Terrors of life

Rebuild a spirit that is strengthened

From within

Love is the visceral elixir of faith

The Hermit becomes wise

Beyond thoughts, beyond body

Knowing that to be alone within and without

Heals the tortured soul so that

Wisdom can be born

Come out

(Painting and photo by Maryanne Mesplé 2016)

Poem by Maryanne Mesplé May 2016