I need a silent page to rest these words, a place where only my eye’s search.
So many thoughts in so many days, so many feelings in so many ways.
And the words escaped with so much ease and finally I could see the trees.
To spill those thoughts was my very own choice, as time went by I found MY voice.
I stand now tall and wild, no longer that vulnerable child.
The seconds went to minutes, to hours, to days, to weeks
and I started to discover the things that I seek.
In the silence I found an incessant continuation of another’s life,
the days were dull and yet the skies were bright.
I looked inside, deep inside where all my hidden thoughts hide
and I made peace and I cut away those chains and iron shackles
that held me to myself. Listen now, hear as my spirit simmers and crackles
I am more than I have ever been and so much more than you have ever seen.
I have lost my fear, my vulnerability the cloak in which I hid my face,
is now gone, without a trace.
Karen Hayward (Copyright) 2015.