Like a white owl, I stared, eyes solemn and wise. Rocks that shimmered, littered the ground, with you down below, and me leaning here.
If I fall and make no sound, don't be fooled.
Collect all my pieces,
wherever
they be.
#Breathe life into me.
Originally tweeted by Tricia (@triciasankey) on January 30, 2022.
Tricia Sankey 
Wonderful, Tricia! 🦉
Thanks, Ingrid! 💞
So beautiful, so touching lines👌👌
Thank you!! 💞
Ah, I haven’t seen this on Twitter yet. Am glad I found it here. Is a beautiful poem, Tricia. The ending, exquisite. 💕
Thanks so much, Jeff! ❣️
You’re welcome, Tricia! Always. 💕
Beautiful poem Tricia!🌺❤️
Thanks, Cindy! 💞
Beautiful poem, Tricia. And wise. Those that fall often do so in silence, so we do need to be extra vigilant with those that need it ❤ Thank you for the reminder.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment, Sunra, so true! ❣️
You’re most welcome 🙂