Whispers in the Darkness: A Poem
Blinded in the darkness
I heard a whisper in my ear
Forging my own way
It was distorted and unclear
I recognize the sound
It was a tone I use to know
Through the rustling winds
I've heard it come and go
The whisper was familiar
Like we've spoken time to time
It slowly faded out
As I blocked it from my mind
I wanted my own path
One I'd call my own
My machete made of pride
Hacked at what had grown
I swung into the brush
Falling out of line
Tangled in the vines
There was no where I could climb
I sat in my own pit
Digging with my hands
Bloody fingertips
I lost grip of my own plan
I was sinking in a grave
On a path I trudged myself
The runners high had left
And I was deep in dirt and filth
I didn't know who I was, but the voice I recognized
It Echoed through my pain, with it's power on the rise
I stood up to see it, my face level with the earth
But dark was all I viewed, skewed from the nature of my birth
I heard it clearly whisper, "I can set you free."
"Let go of all you grip, and follow after me."
Above I felt a branch hovering over head
dropping all I held I was left for dead,
So I grabbed on tight from where I made my grave
It pulled me from the pit, The Whisper's how I'm saved.