Turning Inward
Turning inward
one can see
how it's really
meant to be.
Voices whispering,
soft a name
a silhouette in
a picture frame.
A butterfly winging
its way
searching for a
better day.
Turning inward
one will know
just liking watching
a picture show.
poem by Heather Burns
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