I wish that I could disappear,
A week a month perhaps a year.
Discover what it’s like to be,
Stripped of everything. Just me.
Would I discover strength or shame?
With no-one else for me to blame.
Would my mind play tricks with me?
My ego scorn this urge to flee?
Or would I find a different song,
One where God and I belong.
A song of love; that helps let go,
My ego’s need to steal the show.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2017