Hiding out in the imagination,
Leaving lines and don’ts in the real,
A space that has many roads,
Where my dreams and self may steal.

Hidden away where no eyes see,
Only a shell that shows no sign,
Of forbidden adventures and hearts extended,
All within a creative mind.

Then from that realm of places not real,
Only longed for once in a while,
I return and become the shell,
Showing no sign of the time I stole.

©Julie Proudfoot