Silent times
Holding back
Eyes down
Turned to a side
It got too quiet
Mind racing thoughts
Wait
Did something just happen?
Something in the air feels different
I can feel it
Hang on
This is new
Something never felt before
Yet held back
Reserved it to point where it only showed to me
The silence with the patience is merely seen
Speak up
By the time you hold back
Your mind will only begin to wonder
Lets not start a race
Steady pace
If you believe patience is a virtue
Then let's say, I see the real you.
If at times things get you down
Speak up
Be free
Be happy
Lift your head up to the skies
Let your heart shine through them beautiful eyes!
It's your time
And this is for you
~winworth
About the Creator
BeeNines
Hello to everyone, welcome to my page!
My freestyle poetry is truly short and sweet! Just how I’d like my desserts.
Sometimes writing in a moment where it just can flow and it’s my way of expression also. Even to encourage others to smile.
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munsona day ago in Fiction
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