The Whisper
He looked into the bathroom mirror staring back at the person on the other side
He desperately tries to remember as he searches the archives of his memory
With no identity he struggles to recall it all
Unsure of where he’s been or where he is
He hangs his head in despair and anguish
Who is this person looking back at me
His life has been filled with so much uncertainty and frail hopes for change
He begins to believe the lies that no one cares and his life is insignificant at best
But all that changes in a silent second of time when the whisper is finally heard
At first it is an unclear an unfamiliar sound with rhythmic vibrations to his pained soul
But subconsciously recognition begins to awaken of words and sentences uttered
His head and heart are both raised now
As he begins to really see for the first time
Clarity comes as the whisper continues until he comes to remember the story
My life has not been one tragedy after another but a strategic rescue attempt
And now he knows his value and worth and what cards he brings to life’s table
And he observes relief on the other man’s face for the whisper changes everything
- Author: MDStone ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2021 11:09
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Reflection is a beautiful thing. Best Regards MD.
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