Little Whisper

My todays tarry,
flaked, bright sunrises
to glowing, midnight moon,
tangled in an inevitable swoon,
constantly chasing the prizes
of the lives we marry.

Little whisper breathe,
and pepper my tired ear,
while frozen I stand in place,
I take my hand and erase
a wet capsulated tear
into its endless sea.

My yesterdays beckon,
remembering time forgotten
when all I knew was a dirt path life,
sometimes easy or full of strife,
while walking fields of cotton,
southernly, I reckon.

Little whisper shout,
and scatter the ashes around,
from a place where I lay to rest,
her head pillowed on my chest,
as heartbeats forever sound,
an endless boxing bout.

The smells I remember,
make my eyes close in peace,
and I sway in the passing breeze,
along with the nearby trees,
my hope, never cease,
my soul, my ember.

Little whisper tickle,
my ears until I hear you,
and stick by my side until death,
when my soul has no more breath,
the sky will remain blue,
until rainclouds fickle.

If my wings did not tire,
they would spread and fly non-stop,
from ocean to ocean, endlessly glide,
in the peaks of mountains, I would hide,
and watch sunsets as they slowly drop,
behind horizons orange, raging fire.

Little whisper of mine, me cover,
like a blanket fresh from the dryer,
warm to the touch like mother's milk,
brushing my skin like lukewarm silk,
unlike any drug, taking me higher,
because you are my secret lover.

We spin a worn wheel,
traction we seek when slick,
and sometimes we find ourselves stuck,
in life's ragged and sticky muck,
as it plays our mind, a trick,
until we no longer feel.

Little whisper, please do not flee
and guide me back to my beaten path,
coax me over with future words of vision,
cut me open like a fresh bladed incision,
multiply my ways like arithmetic math,
and help my eyes so they may see.

There are many things I miss
as I watch them walk hesitant depart,
my heart beats wounded and flawed,
through the mud in life I crawled,
on this journey when I did embark,
out of the dark, hopeless abyss.

Little whisper, where were you,
when I was lost in my fear of the now,
when my world crumbled into a collapse,
when my mind turned me and I relapsed,
on my knees, I could not humbly bow,
a single prayer that was true?

I look up at the cold night skies,
a twilight covered with frigid stars,
wondering where the twinkles call home,
wanting them to call my pocketed phone
so I could finally be where they are,
like the flicker in my blue eyes. 

Little whisper, please don't shout,
I may ignore but no fault of your own.
I am a mere soul wandering this plane,
standing and waiting on a late train
to arrive and shake my inner bones,
as well as my clouding doubt.

Where and what will I forever be
at journey's end, when I do arrive
at the place I constantly search to seek,
my countenance scarred tenderly meek,
when all I do is fight to survive,
the fathom of life's deep sea.

Little whisper, you, I command,
floating about on clipped wings.
I may not fly as high as other royal birds,
but I know my worth, I watch my words
as I publicly recite, ready to sing,
on this stage, forever, I stand.

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In this podcast, I dig into the premise of the phrase "Don't Look Down" and how it applies to me and my current struggle – getting second and third degree burns on my foot and having to get a skin graft to repair the damage. I not only give eye witness testimony of what I encountered in the days following my accident, but I also discuss the mental, physical, and spiritual battle that exists with this type of injury. What does one do when faced with pain and the unknown that we call the future? Do you give up? Do you keep climbing your mountain? Do you question yourself? Do you reflect? Do you become angry? Do you let fear creep in? Do you remain confident? After going through a traumatic event, some people would say they are no longer the same person they were before. Some would say they are a better version of what they used to be. Some might confess to being the same person. I know where I stand and am proud to know, when I'm nervous about being at a high, foreign elevation, all I really need to do is stare at the incredible view in front of me and not do the one thing that my body tempts me into doing – looking down. From here on out, I have to promise myself to keep my line of sight facing forward so it is easier for me to take that first step and walk. The lesson was simple and it was there, in front of me, the entire time. — This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast.
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  2. Going Forward
  3. My Short Film Premiere
  4. I'm Not Happy
  5. Dreamcatchers
  6. Make A Night Out
  7. She's Far From Typical

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