Fear of Failure

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Contributor: Lori Wyman

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I hear echoes from the wild beckoning me to come out and play,
and whispers in the night from such sweet sounds somewhere far away.
I call to the gentle stillness of the land that can’t be heard,
I dare not to speak but hear, “Don’t you say a word.”
This silent beauty that breathes my name,
speaks to me through Mother Nature’s game.
The gift of peace that from the Earth abounds,
is but for a chosen few who don’t speak a sound.
“Only the wise,” the bird does say,
“hear my cries of my young and my prey.
I know the deaf and the blind you see,
they’re too busy hurrying to care about me.
So I sing my song to the quiet and in part,”
“and our songs in the night,” Mother natures whispers,
“are for those who listen with their heart.”

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I'm 53 years old and I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I love to write and am in the process of publishing a manuscript that I've just finished and have been writing for 30 years. I live with my best friend and adore my two Siamese cats. I work as a Sales Representative at Petsmart stores.


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