~Whisper ~
There are days… when you will call out my name and I will answer … I’ll be just the same .
And there are days when I’m hidden away, and I can’t let anyone see me. What can that be?
There are times that I will be the one for you to look to… I’m not over come.
And there are days that I almost stand strong, and I will let myself be
known.
Then ... like a whisper , it takes me away. Like a tremble, I can’t be the same, and I’m left here, like ash in the wind hanging there so softly and unsteady. What can that be?
There are days.
And I dream of life as it was. Tall and strong, there was nothing undone.
I can almost feel her once in a while and I can almost see her, here in my smile.
She is waiting, here in the wings , waiting and wanting to be seen.
Then … like a whisper, it takes me away, with no answers, I can’t be the same.
Like a tremble , I’m helpless to fall into sleep, into tears, into what fills me. What can that be?
There are days, when you will call out my name and I will lift my eyes up , and you will not see the pain.
And there are days, that I’m so full of hope as if nothing on earth
can stop me, what can that be?
And I dream… of me as I was tall and strong, nothing undone.
Golden Hair , fell thick all around and the sun, the wind and
the rain, we were one.
And then… like a whisper, it was all brushed away, like a
tremble, it was gone in a day.
Lying here is all that I have and I can’t let anyone see me.
What can that be?
And yes, it has melted my soul and left me hollow, with nothing to hold, where no one else would dare to follow… they were afraid of the cold. But there were things that I could still cling to. Things that I would bring through.
It gave me a gift, and opened my heart, to make a beginning, and to make a new start.
And there are days… that I rise like the sun, and I’m hoping that this might be the one. And I own it, leaving nothing undone and it seems that I might see her, that I might be her.
Then … in a heartbeat, it all fades away, like a sweet dream , a watercolor in the rain. Like a childhood that we barely recall, and at the time there was such a wonder in it all.
Through the years … I’ve bided my time, but it’s been too long. I’ve been kept waiting, like an unwritten song. I’ve had to sleep my life away and I was hoping, just so hoping for that day.
But then… like a whisper, she pulls at my sleeve and says "Come with me, to the life left to lead." And like a heartache that never quite leaves... the one you can’t help but to return to, and you still miss her~ like a whisper.
*For those living with chronic and debilitating illness
