The Echo

Have you ever known what it is to shout into a raging storm and not even know your own voice over the howling wind?
Have you ever opened your mouth to cry out for salvation in your dreams, only to find your voice has forsaken you in your deepest need?
Have you ever felt a roar so deep within your heart that it is like a burning fire in your bones, only to have to whisper “please?”

Have you ever known a deep dissatisfaction with the routine but been slave to its requirements?
And in doing so, denied your heart and very soul the deepest, most essential nourishment of being?

An echo has no place to go but around.
And this is where all of my above is emptied; into the deepest chasms of your indifference to my call.



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