Whispers of the heart...
I use this phrase a lot...
I did not hear mine.
And before long
Those whispers turned into screams.
It was deafening.
And I'd cover my ears with my hands
To block off the shrilling wail.
It never helped.
The more I try to stop the shrieking
The more the clamour grinds into me.
It was a never-ending battle.
I drowned in the howling din of my heart
Because I refused to listen
Because I refused to know
Because I was afraid.
There would still be sounds my heart makes
I hear its whimpers
I understand its whines
I have opened my heart
And the whispers tell the faerie
"Don't let me scream at you again".
Sylphy 41-45, F 3 Responses 2 Apr 22, 2012