A whisper rises From the land of the Old I drown it in the sound of TV, The traffic And the everyday humdrum; A moment of solitude caught the whisper Words from my forgotten version I had become a collection of memories, A stale reminder of my past The infant, the child, the teen, and the woman I am today. But before I was born, I was limitless A design, purpose, pure unsurpassed love I hold its elapsed reminders Locked in a box, tucked away into obscurity; But it whispers, it hums and tries to remind me Of who I am and who I...
With a dance, each step getting me closer to the light.