Every now and then, you need to hear
another voice from one who sees through
all the facade,
who can cut steel with a knife
and evoke hope, in the most desolate desert.

She sits down softly beside you
and whispers of disappointed dreams
and adventures that did not have the courage
to leave home.

It’s not so much what she says
that penetrates your toughened glass exterior,
it’s what is not said,
the question and the pause that waits.

A light exposing hidden recesses,

And then,
just as you think you can second guess her next question
she’s gone,
her work is done.

You and only you
can walk this road less travelled.