Unseen Belief Poem by Bri Roberts

And many things do those many words mean
Those many words what they mean

Those that dampen our shine a bit;
Puts our spirits in such unease

Though they rarely mean things that are to be felt, or to be seen

They grow as audacious wildfires would through enormous masses of trees

What is this really about? Nothing is finished- yet I beg your pardon and plead

Whatever is to be...
of that which is between us...I believe in and should no lips those words ever leave...