There is a quiet voice inside of me I wish could be heard
Inner whispers of a raw hearts hope
Perplexing, too tender to speak and too loud to ignore
In passing moments my quiet voice is kept on wait
An arm’s length away from authentic
It curiously feels as if a leaf tenderly falls from my tree
Leaving empty spaces deep in my roots and little pangs of hurt in my soul
Wishes drifting in the wind
In those who choose not to speak
In silence, nothing ever takes hold
-silence
~Alisa Hutton
Alisa, I love this metaphor.
“It curiously feels as if a leaf tenderly falls from my tree
Leaving empty spaces deep in my roots and little pangs of hurt in my soul”
Nicely done all the way around. Keith
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Thanks so much, Keith:)
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Beautiful, A ❤
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Thanks, Emily 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Please read Alisa’s “Silence” and enjoy her special way with words.
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Thank you, Chuck. Flattered:)
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That’s a good thing? Yes! Ha! You and your words are so worthy! Happy too! I love the way your words speak to me!
Chuck
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