The Voice

by amy elizabeth

He reminds me to look further than what I can see,
To open every door and not look back at who I used to be.
His words are like footprints left in the blowing sand,
Allowing me to ponder over the things I don’t understand.

He told me that dreams were possible to achieve,
And to only make wishes in the world of make believe.
When hope is gone and everything seems unfair,
To never underestimate the power of prayer.

He said we’ve all been lost but find our way,
Like a wilted blossom waiting for a rainy day.
With truth in his words and promise in his eye,
He was my ray of sunshine under a dark angry sky.

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amy elizabeth, writer, author. Lives in the northeastern reaches of the Sonoran Desert on a small hobby farm raising Ornamental Bantam Chicks and Laying hens.
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7 Responses to The Voice

  1. This is why I love when you share your poetry. Thank You. :-)

  2. :-) This is really beautiful.

  3. Bassas Blog says:

    “And to only make wishes in the world of make believe”.- superb!

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