Colorful puzzles.

Aligning the reds, yellows and blues.

A task forever churning

Willingly paying ones dues.

Life is like that puzzle

Trying hard to reach a goal.

Striving and struggling

Knowing only the centerpiece is your role.

From one angle

I can see the red.

Others see rainbow's contents

Guess it's all in our head.

It' the way we perceive

The other person to be.

Knowing only what they are showing

Not them as a whole entity.

So walls we build

To keep out the thief.

But the wall will fall

To a heart full of belief.

In this crazy world

Of unknown sides and ways.

We keep on going

waiting for another day.

I told you what little attention he was showing her was not necessarily a good thing. He was giving a little and she wanted so much more. I am sure you have heard the old saying, "Be careful what you wish for". I wish with all my heart that she had never obtained what she wished for. It will become clear why as we go on this journey with Nichole.

Thank you for continuing to read Words A Mother Never Heard. If you are enjoying Nichole's poetry please take a moment to vote. I welcome any questions you may have about Nichole or her poetry. I will share more about her on Tuesday and her poetry on Friday.