Once there was a time, when I would hide away, Make myself invisible. Who was I too step forward?, said the voice inside.
By Belinda Baker5 years ago in Poets
It is not always the boldest or the loudest of deeds that are courageous. It is not always thunder and lightning.Sometimes courage and strength come softly and quietly. like the soft misty rain or gentle summer breezes.
When The Long Night Comes - Softly and gently falls the dark side of the night and the sun's golden rays fade like the coming in and coming out of the tide. Quietness and calm stills the busyness and noise of the day.
We all yearn for it. We all Look for it . We all need it. That human conection. Not on phone or computer. Face to face.
