This is National Poetry Month, and so, once again, here is a poem I wrote a season or two ago.
Whispers through the years have followed me home.
They take their place beside me, as I roll in the day and carefully tuck it in.
I can hear the voice inside quietly reasoning with my ego.
I can hear the beckoning winds full of questions that dance around the room like a moth along the clover.
It rocks me asleep every night as I lie with eyes wide open.
It turns the pages of my dreams, returning me to a time before my past.
I see the feeling, and hear the touch as I walk through the corridors of my endless sleeping search.
The whispers continue to urge me forward, towards the peaceful unknown.
The whispers tell me it will be ok, and to always keep my gaze straight ahead, no matter what.
The whispers hint of the direction to the next horizon, and gently coax me ahead.
Whispers never forget my name.
They never forget the passions hidden in my smile.
They never forget my past.
They whisper in my ear the familiar lullaby from my mother’s arms.
They whisper the laughter of a crowded room, full of family.
They whisper to me the praise of my father that straightens my direction and explains my purpose.
They whisper the endless calling from my future.
They wrap their arms around me and hug me and hold me, and tell me everything’s going to be alright.
They don’t expect too much of me.
They don’t point fingers my way.
They don’t lead me astray.
They don’t love me any less, or adore me any more,
They just continue to whisper.
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