The unseen

Slient tears fall that nobody sees.

Deep in  a dream that can go on for years.

The unseen are never noticed in a crowd.

For that to happen they would have to scream out loud.

Their light is hidden to go a miss.

For someone to notice them would be  bliss.

Kept in a blizzard for snow to fall .

For them it is always winter cold and stark.

Like an icicle shimmering in the sun.

Just a smile could melt the heart.

It seems like a good place to start.

They walk with pride in their hearts

One day they will walk when the sun shines.

It only a matter of time before someone notices you.

You can wrap that yellow ribbon round the old oak tree.

And that will be your personal victory.