my poems

voice

stay silent and still.

You just may hear the voice,

though listening's your choice.

Different things we all need to hear,

some of us won't out of the fear.

Calling our names by night, 

staying out of our sight.

Though hidden trust me it's there,

it's anywhere and nowhere.

Like a stretching shadow,

it will always follow.

Trying to be heard,

even just a word.

It's been everywhere we treaded,

and knows where we're headed.

Hushed words it tries to say,

can help lead us on our way,

listen if you will.