You hear it in the rafters
The creak of feet,
Of ghosts perhaps,
Quiet and yet also deafening
Since all your attention is fixed
On what you fear,
This whisper, a warning
Only her soul can understand,
Testimony to years of defeat,
And as hard as she’s tried
To be aware of the call
When it comes, she still miseses it,
Partly due to the drone of life
That drowns it out,
Making her deaf to the message
She is so desperate to hear,
What she wanted, what she still wants
For herself, a message, an opportunity
Lost because she lives
Her life in ear.
How does she go back
And make herself hear what
She failed to hear in the first place,
How does she change the course of her life
To get what she wanted, the gold ring
She can’t quite reach as the
Merry go round goes round
That prize she still hopes to reach
If she can overcome her fear
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