Whispers Of My Soul

I walk the quiet trails

To ‘get lost’ with my thoughts.

I have solitary conversations

With my inner self, Jim,

My grandparents, and Our Creator.

I bare my innermost thoughts

Fears and dreams.

I cry.

A salty trail on my cheek

Evidence of my silent tears.

I look up.

Through the leaves,

The dappled light dances.

In the quietness

I listen.

I hear/feel the whispering

Of the breeze on my skin.

An inner warmth spreads within

As I listen to the

Whispers of my soul.

©lindafedroff_october24,2017