beauty that only one pair of eyes saw
the kind that only I know
I recognized it in the dark as it glowed
my hands felt it in the strike underneath my chest
so my mind said to share it to the good world.
it would benefit from it without a doubt.
I stood in the masses trying to share.
they all glanced at it and didn't care.
their loss I thought, nothing new here ,
I thought they thought.
invisible eyes saw me try .
like a specimen under a microscope lense ,
searching and seeing through my thick fense
they stared for a seemingly eternity
seeing my glow in it's full glory.
in that moment I realized my folly.
I needed to change the narrative of the story.
it takes capacity to receive
and a level of growth to give.
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
