The Shadow Of A Healing Whisper Calls

The Shadow of a Healing Whisper Calls

Can you see beneath the surface?
Can you see what lies beneath?
Can you hear the voices calling,
from within shadows deep,
hidden behind a mask of disdain,
a facade of indifference?
Can you hear the whispers
that dwell within the soul,
crying out for voice,
screaming to be heard,
dying to be acknowledged?

Or have you erected a wall,
the likes of which can not be scaled,
so that no voices can be heard,
no whispers crept in,
no acknowledgment of truth realized.
Are you blind to sorrow and anguish
bursting within your heart,
unwilling to turn inward and see
with the eyes of truth unfolding,
that which can not be healed
without the gentle touch
of your own hand,
the sweet caress of acknowledgment,
and the true love denied to you,
by you?

Can you not see,
the road upon which you walk,
of evasion and postponement
of what waits impatiently to be
seen and heard deep within you?
Can you not see you walk in circles,
stepping over it,
walking around it,
shunning it from the light,
when all that need be done,
is to stop for a minute
and listen to yourself
in order to find the
flow of life's river once more,
and walk along the riverside path
once again.

Can you not see the truth,
that you are beautiful,
strong,
and full of passion unconstrained?
Can you not see?
I can. And I know, my dearest friend.
I know you will see it too
one day, as well.
Someday.

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Look within and realize how very worth while each of you are. Realize, no matter what your sorrow, how beautiful you are. And that you do have the strength to rise above, if you only look within and liste