to have lost themost important person or,
possession you have,
can be the beginning of the fozen world,
a silent moment as you watch nature,
slowly pass by,
a bird with a broken wing cannot fly and is waiting for,
someone to come and mend the pain,
the mind can be just the same but can take longer to,
heal,
the mix up jungle you may experience is part,
and parcel of the recovery process,
that old biulding has a clever hidden,
compartment a place to hide and scream where,
a antique book you find and can make rhe difference and,
allow the heart to smile and shine through which,
leads to a rainbow with the brighest colours,
and a peaceful life you have earned and will enjoy,
from now untill enternity
Sharron Stephenson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-silent-difference/
