Whispers that scratch and claw their way over your shoulder and into your ear
you can be looking at yourself in the mirror or be standing in the grocery store checkout line, but it's when you least expect it that's when the whispers slither
their way in
It's the whispers that come with pictures, feelings, memories and painful disappointment. The lying whispers that crawl into your mind with idea's of how to self inflict more pain, disappointment, and self loathing.
I hear the music of hypnotic lies and they are deafening
If you begin to believe what you are hearing even for the briefest moment the whispers become a voice that shouts all your failures and doubts.
When the whispers roll in I can chose to reach for your sweet melody that quiets the voices and sings sweet numbing embellishments to my soul
your size so insignificant but the space you consume so vast
It's a comforting warmth as it swims down through the corridors of my body
eye's feeling heavy and I slip down into the space of nothingness and fade away from it all
Sweet dreams...
Dreaming if only for a moment where a symphony of light, truth and a clarity produces a feeling of lasting love
The sun is my alarm clock with its heat beckoning me to join the day of smiles, laughter and the veil of roll play
I am aware of the choices, aware of what is music and what is just an illusion of song
Whispers are the guards of confusion, here to protect their investment of lies
I know a sprinkle of despair is always standing in the shadows willing to participate if given the chance
I choose instead to close my eyes and dream...
Do you ever hear the whispers?
