Shed not a tear when I be gone,
Don’t wet your cheeks for me.
I’m in the ink you write with
That you can not seem to see.
I sit beside you daily,
as you go about your life.
Watching out for trouble
I try to ward off strife.
I whisper secret stories
In your ear for you to write.
I infiltrate your thoughts
When you put out the light.
So there is no need to feel lonely
Or to wander there in gloom
For I am in every corner
Of each and every room.
Colleen and Ronavan prompted with belief/believe thank you both.
I resurrected this poem because it fits perfectly, i wrote it for an author who was grieving and said she could no longer write. It now fits me as the words my Dad would say to me when I doubt myself. If we just believed in ourselves we could achieve anything. Leave a comment, place a word let me know what it was you heard.