The Quiet Is Where You’ll Find It
NatPoWriMo Poetry Challenge
After hours, months, or maybe years of cold and stillness
At last we can hear a stir
The movement is soft, it is slow, it is weak
But if you slow down long enough, you will feel it
It starts off as just a whisper
Perhaps a feeling
Nothing more
If you nurture it and feed it
It will develop into a roar
But many choose to look away
To pretend it isn’t there
This trick won’t work though
As you will find
Once awoken
The voice must shine
So on and on again, you’ll hear
Hello, it’s me, I’m waiting
Until one day you’re ready
I’ll sit patiently for you
When finally you’ve had enough
You can’t ignore it anymore
You’ll find that what was stirring
What was calling out you name
Well, it was you
And you’ll wrap her up within your arms
Learn all she has to share
You’ll see that acknowledgment and love
Was all she needed to grow
You’ll take small steps together
And at times you may drift apart
But before you know it, you’ll be walking as one
And that’s when you’ll find you’re ready
It’s time to share with the world
The you that you were meant to be
And with one final push of strength
And of courage and of grace
You emerge into the world,
Grown from the heart
And standing secure
With arms raised up, you’ll shout
I have been born again, my friends
I am
Finally
Me!
This piece is written to complete the April 21st prompt “birth” for The POM’s #NatPoWriMo, a month-long poetry writing challenge.
