When Words are Not Enough

What do you say when you know in your heart there are words that will uplift, show compassion…heal, yet they do not come? When the emotion that you feel inside cannot not be conveyed in words, but words are the only way you can express what you are feeling? When the words “I understand”, “I have been where you are”, “I love you” is not enough? How do you say what you cannot show when words are not enough.

Copyright 2017 Heidi Barnes


Loss Overwhelming

my feet drag
words will not
I am lost
wandering aimlessly
a shell
eyes refuse to
I don’t know how
to go on
the ground
is my bed
I don’t know how
to breathe
reaching out
curled around myself
I give in
there is no end
only pain
only vast

Copyright © 2017 Heidi Barnes

How do I Tell Them?

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” ~ William Wordsworth

I see your face

I hear your words

My heart is filled

with emotions not my own

yet still familiar

a part of me.

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

How do I trust

what is not my own?

How do I convey

what I understand as love





so that others understand

the depth of who you are

and believe?

©2017 Heidi Barnes

This poem was inspired by a writing prompt from the website Writing Outside the Lines. It made me think about my characters and trying to put into words what they are telling and showing me so that my readers see and feel it too.

Stray Thoughts

Stray thoughts invade
all focus lost
scattered to the winds.
Fog descends
moonlight wans
misty trails like skeletal limbs.
Whispered voices
reaching towards me
beckoning me in,
“Step into the darkness
where secrets lie
and the forbidden is
no longer a sin.
Come play with us
till dawn light wins.
Come play within
your darkest dreams.”

~ © Heidi Barnes

Pages of Time

Flipping through
the pages of time.
Reading written words
of my thoughts of mind.
A pattern emerges
through words and letters
of times long gone
yellowed pages
ages settled.
I wonder what dreams
these words will conjure.
Emotions buried deep
long forgotten
till read.
Yet the saying goes
we learn from our past,
what lessons we heed
is our choice
our path.
Sleep will come
whether I will it or not,
to dream a little dream
my mind has forgot.

© 2014 Heidi Barnes



Written together into thought,

spoken into air,

whether softly so only those closest can hear,

or loudly so the heavens themselves can hear.

They are the window into our hearts,

our souls,

showing how much we love

or how much we hurt.

Hear my words,

let them in,

weaving their own meaning

into your life.

For what meaning they have for me

may not be the same for you,

and that is all right.


~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes