I Listen For Her Voice

In through the nose and out through the mouth.  
As I exhale my chest falls.
 
As I inhale my heart awakens with an innocent feeling.  
As my heart beats it creates an awakening. It is curious.  
 
As my mind hesitates, it goes blank.  
Air hunger steals my breath away. I can't breathe.  
 
Once I hear her voice though, I am secure and grounded.  
Her words stabilize my mind.  
 
She takes time to experience her own soul.  
Will I take the same care to experience my own soul?  
 
She takes care to provide a safe place.  
But my want is tragic.  
 
That 'want' drains my strength directly from the depths of my despair.  
My heart cries in agony.  
 
I want to be cuddled and cared for.  
My anxious heart beats itself delirious as it cries for her.  
 
The once upon a time flame flickering within me now dwindles, hides behind the shadows.  
I need to be held.  
 
I want to blame it on the gray noise loitering in my poetry.  
I've discovered deep within my poetry lies abundant passion.  
 
Is my passion misplaced?  
Has my time surrendered into eternity?  
Is it too late?  
 
 
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I’m hanging by a thread grasping for the purpose you’ve tossed me.  
 
Don't worry, I won’t reveal any secrets hidden there.  
 
They’ll be ours and only ours.  
 
When our emotions intertwine and flow I will find guidance from within.  
 
I will follow her example.  
 
I will search high and low for the proper emotional response as I am tempted and tested.  
 
I won’t fail.  
 
I’ll be disciplined.  
 
I’ll not choke on my words.  
 
They will propel me forward.  
 
I’m ready.