Lost in thoughts inside your mind,

You’ll find a being of no known kind. 

He has a voice but makes no sound,

He swears to keep you on solid ground.

Often ignored for the truth that he speaks,

He is left unanswered for days and weeks.

Until you hear his silent truth,

Unkind maybe, a little uncouth.

Ignoring him is no sure defence.

Truth speaks until it all makes sense.

Wisdom is his other name,

Born of time, not quick to blame.

Kept prisoner inside your ego’s cage,

Wisdom is your secret sage.


©The Secret Poetess, January 2017