Take my hands
And drag me
Through the sunlit days
In a world
Too beautiful to be discovered
By those who are idle.
You have not seen enough
To appreciate the beauty
That comes from sitting
in the dark.
Thoughts,
Dancing upon the tongue,
Of another, unspoken,
break free,
And become a voice;
More powerful than anyone could imagine.
It belongs to all of us,
But our experiences shape what we believe,
And how much of it we truly feel.
Amy Elizabeth Poetry 