• Tony Frobisher


Whispers The shout rendered useless Provoking no reaction No response The scream pierced the air And was instantly lost Forgotten and ignored Yet the whispers spoke louder than monsoon rains Roaring, relentless That spilt in deafening torrents The tumult of words silently crashed and thundered Flooding the heart with memories The whispered words sank deeper, engulfing his soul I'm here, they said I always have been. You just haven't heard me. For the softest of sentences Can resonate in memories, Clear and sonorous And speak in volumes, loud, wanted You only need listen And ignore the noise _____________________________ Sometimes we hear only what is audible . When we close our minds to the incessant noise, we can listen to the whispers, contained in memories. Where those you have lost appear again. They are always here. We only need listen.

#thoughts #memories #listening #bereavement #grief #sadness

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