I whispered
in the silent moments,
when no one else
was brave to speak
I wanted people to know –
I knew they were there.
Often, in the shadows
they would stand quietly,
hands in their pockets,
head down,
holding their worn,
uncomfortable smile
for fear someone would notice
that they were all alone.
But I had learned somehow –
to be unafraid.
I know the yearning
the desire for kindness
and I know how many times –
I was left empty-handed
wearing a well-worn smile
to hide the tears.
I saw you standing
in the corner
all alone
but I did not allow
the emptiness between us
to swallow us up.
Hand raised,
a rush forward,
“Hello”
and then . . .
your
beautiful
smile.
(c) Sumyanna 2018
Your beautiful spirit shines, as ever, in your poetry!
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When Marcia was in university, one assignment she conducted was to go to the mall, pick out people, look into their eyes, and smile. She had a diverse number of reactions!
We are never alone, but sometimes we can convince ourselves it seems that way.
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A most moving poem, Sumyanna
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