Ann-Marie Spittle

WHISPER OF THE WIND

Speak not to me of emptiness
For words cannot fertilise the barrenness
In the darkness of my soul
Here I lie in an inhospitable place
Devoid of sustenance or support

Though strong in belief, I feel its essence leaking
Into the surrounding atmosphere
Its bloodletting finally taking its toll
As my heart helps its escape
A friend turned traitor

Where is Your voice to guide me in this moment
Of excruciating vacuum?
An organism bound by an eternal spark
Placed on this earth to follow a path
That makes not sense at this dark time

Others drain me, berate me, bring me down
Prevent my freedom in both word and deed
While You are silent
The walls close in making it hard to breath
Drawing me down into the darkness
And total oblivion

I feel I must succumb
A voice echoes through the emptiness
Soft and gentle
But powerful enough to reach the echoing cave of my heart
“Breathe!” it says
I am one with the stillness
Peace falls on me and I feel safe
I start to stand and know
That my steps are guided by a greater force than I
If I will only listen to the whisper of the wind