A Whisper

A whisper in the dark.

From the start

unwanted by the emotionless whisper,

of yesterdays mother.

The answers lie within the seasons passed.

Betrayed by generations of old.

By the stories hidden and yet untold.

Going beyond present day.

To my dismay,

The prediction of my future.

My character in question.

All I love are taught this lesson.

Why am I me?

Searching the intricate depth of my soul.

Is there is no one who knows?

No one there to peer beneath.

No one there to dare see,

The unreachable place.

The real me.

The future that is wrought by,

the unwanted and emotionless whisper,

of yesterdays mother.

She has brought me here today,

and yet it is all still a whisper.

A whisper in the dark.

Linda Booth


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