My poem The Secret of Listening Stanza 1 (My POV) I watch as a girl around my age— skin beige, hair black— approaches the open land with a sack full of goods. I wonder why, how, what— everything you can. I do. I’m curious. Should I explore the glory, go far enough, and disappear into the dark night, with no light and whispering shadows that will haunt you until the light returns? Stanza 2 (Girl’s POV) I am Vixey, or Comet, or Nova, as most people know me. I have a secret I am the listening champ. I listen to everything, big or small. That is why I’m heading into the listening forest, full of voices. I must understand, and secrets I must feel. It’s only for people like me— listening people, people who feel. Stanza 3 (Listening Forest’s POV) I talk a lot— way too much. That’s why I’m only visible to those who listen, and understand, connect, and feel. They will listen to my secrets, and my stories, and feel them more than I can myself. So, if you listen, come here. See if it’s good enough. To enter The forest Of secrets
A mystical and reflective poem exploring the power of truly listening. Told from three perspectives—the curious observer, the girl known as Vixey/Comet/Nova, and the listening forest itself—it celebrates empathy, awareness, and the magic of understanding the hidden stories all around us. A journey into a forest of whispers where secrets are felt more than heard.
