I shiver in the shadows of your unvoiced fears
My fingers icily tracing the outline of your unspoken anxieties like lace
As my whispers leave their memory on your wizened face.
You give me life,
I am the invisible force that keeps you on the straight and narrow
When others clamour and chide and try to pull you towards a doom and gloom and sorrow
That would drown us all.
In silence I stumble forward
And see the smile appear like sunshine after storms
As the dreams and yearnings of those earlier years come flooding back
And rekindle faith and hope and love.
Some may see me as the invisible worm
The memory keeper and in a moment I can change the mood and alter the meaning
Of all of your past and how you perceive your future.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for Tuesday’s poetics at d’verse. With love.