A Silent Difference Poem by Sharron Stephenson

to have lost the most important person or,
possession you have,
can be the beginning of the frozen world,
a silent moment as you watch nature,
slowly pass by,
a bird with a broken wing cannot fly and is waiting for,
someone to come and mend the pain,
the mind can be just the same but can take longer to,
heal,
the mix up jungle you may experience is part,
and parcel of the recovery process,
that old building has a clever hidden,
compartment a place to hide and scream where,
a antique book you find and can make the difference and,
allow the heart to smile and shine through which,
leads to a rainbow with the brightest colours,
and a peaceful life you have earned and will enjoy,
from now until eternity