Someone asked me if I write poetry and made me think of the countless hours spent writing on my notebooks a long time ago. Another life and another person – an insecure budding writer that was so afraid, so unsure of her talent, and always thinking she could never measure up to her peers.
So, I want to share what I have written late last year for someone (not my immediate family) who is very dear to us. I hope one day I can tell her this in person and give her the love she so richly deserves.
The Hop and Skip Will Come Later – Vian Wheatley (Oct 2021)
I see your face with that charming smile of yours,
Yet there is a veiled shimmer in your eyes
Such a beautiful face does not deserve a tortured soul.
What lies underneath?
No one will ask – It is just another one of the many they scroll through each day.
The hurt lies underneath that You cloaked in your layers of filter.
You leave breadcrumbs here and there if they care to notice.
a hushed plea for someone to remove the burdens you carry.
I feel your pain and my eyes grow heavy
I want to stand in the gap for you and shed those burning tears that never fell
Because there can be a tomorrow that you richly deserve
– A smile. A gentle kiss. A tight hug.
You are worth these and much more
no matter if you think differently.
Hope does spring eternal – you just need to hang on to that tiny sliver you have in your hand
Your story will change if you dare to believe
You need to just take that smallest step of courage.
I promise – The hop and the skip will come later.
Vian Wheatley 