This poem speaks of loneliness of coming home to silence after loss..we go on |
WHISPERS She falls to her knees overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion Going blind from confusion feeling lost and alone Each day she waits for the whisper she's longing to hear Where is the whisper that welcomes her home Angry from pain no direction to turn Her hand reaches out grasping dead air She will hide with her whispers to be safe forever From being hurt once again or needing medical repair She tries hard to speak, but words die on her lips She tries to sound warm, but sounds cold Whispers won't leave there is no peace of mind Whatever she finds she can't seem to hold
Always keeping a distance yet longing for closeness Hoping for trust complete in her mind Whispers get louder for whoever you are She seeks something she's never been able to find So solitude becomes her constant companion She finds safety enough to explore Whispers grow quiet need becomes less She finds comfort inside her closed door...... Brenda Keough 1985 |