He Shares; He Smiles

Neat ceiling. Shot on Kodak 400TX.

A book called The Power of Now gathering dust on my shelf
The snot still oozing toward my upper lip

Second guesses and stammers
Sweat stains on the armpits of my shirts

Looks judged to be judgmental
Words supposed to have been said

Somehow, between all this, I have made a difference.

Second guesses and stammers
Looks of reassurance

Coats of learned discomfort
Melting cloaks of self

First he shares and we listen
We thank him and he smiles

Somewhere, between all this, a voice still needs be heard.

What are your thoughts?