When words don't do I say them still
They seem quite blind but that's unkind
Lingering around the room
Not landing in the heart
But by some gentle frame
That cannot bear them to be heard
These words I need to share.

And on and on all through the night
These words lie in me failing sight
I lift them up to tired eyes
Hoping for some surprise
But again and now I hear the words
That cannot be heard even by a little bird.

Perhaps only a few can hear my words
And bear the truth
And so I put them on a shelf
As cards that can be read someday
When the words are strong
And you no longer vulnerable
They can speak.

Love Mary x