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Scolding Lecture


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
Nowadays
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 Sylphy 41-45, F 3 Responses Apr 22, 2012

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*faerie sits waiting for story to continue from DaisyMary*



*fidgets*

Ehhh...

*fidgets again*

Ahhh... the two Marys... thank you for visiting faerie. *prepares some coffee*



DaisyMary... I get that, too... dumbstruck or numbstruck at a certain story. Guess when there's a tinge of reflection, however hazy... well... see... what do I say now? ;p



SexyHeelsMary... what a wonderful analogy! And you said before you were duh at Lit. I looove what you said. Keeping it in faeriebook. =)

Just like the journey of a lifetime starts with a single step, maybe the message of your life starts with a single whisper ...?