Did you recognize the sound of your voice
the first time you spoke out loud?
Did the tone and the timbre scare you to death
when you actually heard the words?
Did it sound like a language you’d never heard
did the worlds fall clumsily off your tongue?
Did you hear them as they echoed through the depths of your soul
and wish that they could be withdrawn?
Once released into the whispering wind
it takes on a life of its own.
Whether spoken or scrawled into lines on a page,
living and breathing cannot be ignored.
What are the words I keep hearing
in the faint yet lingering breeze?
Can I distinguish them as something tangible,
dare I call them by name?
Words have the power to move mountains
a voice to change a life.
From feeling and distant to lingering hope
it will soon demand you speak its name.
Listen carefully and listen hard
listen for what can’t be heard.
The heart will speak, it may whisper or scream
what will you do when you hear?