A Silent Helper Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The right side weak, the world askew,
A silent storm, right out of the blue.
Words got lost, and movement slow,
A chilling fear, I didn't know.

But something helped, a gentle hand,
A whisper soft, I understand.
A nudge, a push, to fight and stay,
And find the light, another day.

They shake their heads, they don't believe,
The unseen help, I can't retrieve
For them to see, to feel, to know,
The gentle grace that helps me grow.

Maybe it's luck, a twist of fate,
Or something more, I can't debate.
But I am here, I breathe and see,
My silent friend, still helping me.

T.M.Solvang