Speak to me for I am the listener.
I am here to lend an open ear and a closed mouth.
I do not judge I merely listen.
I do not interrupt your thoughts with my own.
I do not speak of myself.
I am here so that you can speak and unload
all the thoughts and emotions that plague you,
all the little achievements you feel too trivial
or too important for uncaring ears,
all the secrets you need to scream but can only whisper,
all the troubles that others overlook but that you can’t let go of,
anything and everything that you need to take off your back.
By Rose, 10th grade
[photo of The Listener by James Nelson; by spottiewattie via flickr]
This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.Share this entry: