Echo

A call to my own voice I call echo
The grasping of choice I call my own
Wondering a next approach
To catch my fall
Upward and onward 
To be expected
Anticipate when a heart does race
Stepping in the right direction
A path set to follow
Guided by echo to no longer feel hollow

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James Inman

Date: 10/26/2022 6:18:00 PM

Kristina, seems to be a feeling of loneliness guiding this write, perhaps after a break up. It leaves me feeling sad. I hope that was your intent. Sometimes all we have in life is ourselves, and echoes of our experiences are whats left to fill us. Life is always changing as do the sound of those echoes when we face in a new direction.