Whispers of the Heart

Listen to Me

Dearest,

How am I recall how much it pains me to not meet you? That the warm souls that stand before me, stand insecure? Unsure?

Will you guide them, my love?

Will you show them the light? For they are afraid.

For they withdraw their bleeding hearts. For they do not smile.

Will the sun shine? Will it cast rays of glorious light across the sky? Will it be well again?

Will there be hope...again?

Dearest.

How am I to stand before you, when I do not possess the heart?

How am I to talk when you look at me, when you observe my every stance?

How am I to speak after years of neglect?

Have I hurt you by going against you? Even now, I am at crossroads.

Even now, I dig my own path.

You stare at me kindly, urging me to talk, while I stutter, while my lip quivers.

How am I to see you with a path so commonly chosen? How am I to understand your motives, my love?

How am I to be free, yet chained with your belief?

How am I to fly, yet be locked in a cage?

You smile while I speak.

You do know what I'm trying to say.

And you listen patiently.

I wonder..if I'll ever be able to find you.

Many have, but it seems like an illusion.

As if a holographic image. It seems so real, yet non-existent.

You seem real, for we believe you are.

I wonder....if you understand me.

You're smiling again.

Of course you are.

You understand, don't you?

You always did.