The Silent Ones

Poem By Janice M Pickett

Under cover of flesh hides spirits of all kinds
There are happy spirits, fiery spirits and cheeky spirits
Spirits with bad tempers
Spirits who do wrong to others
We are all a spirit of one kind or another
The predictable
the unpredictable
and then there are the inconspicuous ones
They just get on with it in their own positive way
They are in the background making things happen
What they do is expected of them
They seek no glory, yet their spirit is filled
with as much as any other being
These are uncomplicated souls
and they are unassuming spirits
Am I in this list?
I posses a little of each of these behaviours
and I am undefined and easily overlooked
often slipping out unseen when my comfort zone is attacked
Have you dared ask yourself this question.
What kind of spirit am I?
Have you?

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