The Whisper

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