Softness Whispers. I Hear Her.

A poem

a whispering part of me i tried to delete speaks in the wind. she speaks in prayers of poetry she shimmers comes and goes and perfumes my being with her presence.

softness is her essence. she is ethereal neither here nor there but deeply felt when she takes hold like breath in thirsty lungs she is enchantment, she is lace, she is electric — please don’t forget about me again, she says. just because i am see-through and tender like fresh flower petals doesn’t mean i am weak. don’t underestimate me, she says. i feel it all and i love it — this is what i am made to do, she says i am meant to flutter in the depths and valleys of your imagination, she says

and then she evaporates with the forest mist in trees outside my window but i sense what she has left behind a trail a promise to honor her, to know her, to see her — that which is soft and magical within me.

she can’t be bottled, for she is the wind lyrics to a song stirring and crisp warm and powerful bringing refreshment and innocence to a cold world.

Sarah L. Harvey is a therapist, writer, and dancer. She believes creativity is magical. She recently published a book, Your Broken Heart is Art, available on Amazon.