You read my poetry,
then turned away,  
as if the words
had nothing to say.  
Each line was a pulse,
it was a part of me,  
yet you drift on past,
too blind to see  
that my verses ache,
hoping to be heard,  
yet silence lingers,
louder than each word.  
The ink may fade,
but my feelings remain,  
as I laid my heart bare,
was it all in vain?

©️Lizzie Bevis

We will never reach tomorrow.
Yesterday no longer exists.
Remaining always in today,
live in the present or lose it.

As I walk in the thirty degree heat.
Questions that haunt me, begin to repeat.
In the summer air, however, a breeze.
Air flows wistfully, calming me with ease.

Overthinkers can lose their lives in daydream.
Something grabs ahold of mine to save me.
I get the urge to recover self esteem.
My heart, soul and so relationships redeem.

Lord, I lost you and myself soon followed.
I have gone too long, a woman hollowed.
Now the way to you is clear but winding.
Continue to shine your light so blinding.

You are patient Lord, guide each of my feet.
When I step offtrack, help me not repeat.
Focusing on you, all questions answered.
Please take them all, I look not backward.