In Search of…Small Steps

Vaguely a sound is made
A hint of word
Spoken softly
Over there, no here
Hardly a whisper
But it is present
The speaker waits
A pregnant pause
Are there those that hear
Loosing hope
Out with words of joy
A compliment denied
Sadness filled heart
A moment longer
To recompose
Hindsight of perfection
Reality not glamorous
No one sees the sparkles
Looking for the village
Where gratitude and support
Are apparent
The search goes on
Off to lie down
In fields of
Poppies and daffodils
For there is a place
Where a faintly whisper
Is appreciated for
Being oneself *by Pauline Harris


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