sitting in the dark, still and quiet in my alone time
and space i hear a soft whisper, turn my head around
but no one else is here, try to discern the words being
said finally, i capture these words being spoken
~why am i sitting alone, where did i go wrong, is
this because of the choices i have made, the path
i’ve taken, or are these just words from a song that i
i heard before and had forgotten, should i feel sad
and lonely or should there be joy within me because
i’m still breathing, my hands and feet are intact able
to move, my heart is till beating, i have warmth inside
my abode, my love ones next to me~
i realize these are not whispers but my spirit speaking
to me of being more present, grateful, to this pleasure,
and when mine eyes open to the morning sun, listen
to the birds for they will be singing my song
