Years ago I went through a horrific time. Someone close had not only torn my belief in others but in myself. I wrote a poem (Who are those whispers that I hear) and won a contest. The irony was a bit much - winning cash for misery.
I find myself torn by many and yet still not as torn as when I wrote that poem. Hopefully this one will not be in the same depth, for it is with my writing that I speak my confessions...
Who are those whispers
Who are those whispers that I hear
bringing forth a dark fear
Chanting woes of those close
causing such tremendous throes
Stop those words of malice and deceit
my faith in them knows no retreat
Whisper not the warnings hushed
leave me now for I am crushed
Who are those whispers that I hear
let not my love for them die here
Sing not of their unloving ways
for my hearts song will always pray
2011-Gracey Castro
I find myself torn by many and yet still not as torn as when I wrote that poem. Hopefully this one will not be in the same depth, for it is with my writing that I speak my confessions...
Who are those whispers
Who are those whispers that I hear
bringing forth a dark fear
Chanting woes of those close
causing such tremendous throes
Stop those words of malice and deceit
my faith in them knows no retreat
Whisper not the warnings hushed
leave me now for I am crushed
Who are those whispers that I hear
let not my love for them die here
Sing not of their unloving ways
for my hearts song will always pray
2011-Gracey Castro
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