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.
Discuss...
Thanks for reading and sharing my beautiful lie.
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