Power of voice

I am a small pebble,
Cast aside – unwanted, unloved.

If you hold me in your hand, I will glow;
If you hold me to your heart, I will shine.

If you throw me away
I will be lost forever.

Lull me to sleep,
For I shall not rest,
Even with my eyes closed.

I can sense the dance
Between mover and witness,
Those inner impulses
Are fixed into reality;
Fragments of text
Define my understanding,
Drawing thoughts with words
That echo my shifting consciousness.

My spine tingles
As you fix me with your wayward smile,
Studying the pebble held in your hand.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s