Gratitude

Oh how the mighty fall

and are humbled who do

not humble themselves

I find I am not immune.

I thought too highly of myself

and pushed too many limits for too long,

now it is in even the simplest things

that this bird with a clipped wing,

is learning once again to sing.

Alone in the Crowd

Do you ever find yourself,
Alone in a room of friends,
With a cut and paste smile,
In the land of pretend?

Do your eyes hurt,
From holding on,
Too much emotion,
Until they are gone?


Do you face each day,
Feeling like a shell,
Wanting to reach out,
Not knowing who to tell?

You're not alone,
And yet you are.
Answers escape me,
Haven't found one so far.

Silence is Golden

She was holding the phone

to her listening ear

she heard every word

of his pain, doubts, and fears

she didn't belittle his emotions

though she had her own

she just simply listened

as the emotion in his voice

played a symphony of tones.

She dare not say a word yet,

he had held this all in too long...

too many years of trying to 'be the man,'

to be the one who held up strong,

so it was with compassion

the silence she held golden

to give him his say,

when she noticed

he was waiting on her to respond,

she said, 'I've been here the whole time

and I've heard every word today.

Don't take my silence for neglect.

I gave you today all the attention

You deserved all along

you see it is for the times

I wasn't silent to you I have wronged.'