Heidi Sands Poet Free verse

Clapping

Clapping

My thoughts march in a familiar band.
With music I heard so very long ago.
I listen for the beating of my heart.
Wondering if it is in sync?
The pattern of my life is woven
In a blanket of discoveries.
Knowing I can sing loud enough.
Wondering if others will listen.
I am strong, yet I am weak.
I am energized, but I am tired.
Trying to lead, willing to follow.
Trust has blended in with the pain.
How hard it is to separate the two.
Believing in myself, not old messages.
Stepping beyond apprehension.
People can watch and even applause.
Still it can be easy to find
The one with hands not clapping.

Heidi Sands

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Paloma P October 22, 2016 at 10:08 AM The silence of one hand clapping perhaps. Sometimes we tend to lean on the fence, not willing to go one way or another. Life is certainly filled with apprehension and hurrahs. Taking the beat a bit father, as you have in your poetry. Clapping - two hands. :) Heidi Sands October 22, 2016 at 12:03 PM Thank you Paloma.

Steven Henderson October 22, 2016 at 9:49 AM I have been an admirer of your pennings as well, Heidi from the first day you joined poetry soup. Peace and many blessings to you. Heidi Sands October 22, 2016 at 9:57 AM Thank you Steven. Peace to you too . Have a nice day. :)