I Am the Listener
A poem to wind down your day
The power of listening cannot be overstated. Listen twice, speak once...
I am the listener
When the white noise hisses,
And night clutches you tightly
The sandman is stayed, unable to
Do his work.
I am the listener.
When you babble of woes of the day
Wrongs that went un-righted
And slights back to haunt
Your restless mind,
I am the listener.
To embrace, to kiss away tears
To hold your anger gently —
Offering not solutions but
To hear your grievances.
I am the listener.
When sadness weighs too much
And you feel alone in a cold universe
Drifting further from me
And the sweet release of sleep,
I am the listener.
Calling to you in tired mumbles
Whispered “I love you's,”
Small caresses, warm embraces,
I affirm and acknowledge.
I am the speaker.
Telling you some silly story,
Anecdotes of light and laughter,
Reading prose,
Offering prayers.
Ah! Then it comes:
A beautiful soul
Captured by sleep,
Set adrift, free.
And I—
Happy to be the listener.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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