Notes About The Poem
"There are places I go to escape, to get back in touch with myself, and remember who I am. We all have that place I hope, whether it be an escape in your mind, a hobby, an activity, or an actual place that helps center you. This place I write about is mine, in the middle of the desert, among the ruins of my native ancestors. It’s calming and peaceful where the only noise I hear, is the animals wresting in the brush, and the wind whispering in my ears."
Whisper
I’ve sat atop my boulders of woe, peering across a sun bit desert landscape, where clouds hung from its sky like cotton balls. Reflecting upon the years, they settled deep within the forsaken canyon carved within my chest. Here is my escape…my rest. I closed my eyes and let the ancient winds kiss my skin. “Breathe”, it said in a whisper, “and leave your troubles here. Resign your fear, for these boulders eventually will crumble too, and the woes that you carry soon will be few.” I did as my ancestors said, and left it all to erode, carrying away with me, a heart light with hope.
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