Echoing Song

There are so many voices;

so many whispers.

There are so many half truths;

so many lies.

They vie for attention;

for someone to hear;

for someone to believe;

for someone to give in

to their relentless pressure -

O, the relentless pressure.

Their noise attempts 

to drown out all other sounds;

to choke out life itself.

Listen deeper

beneath the cacophony. 

In the deepest depths 

of all that is

remains the echo

of the song that gave birth

to all things.

.

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You are chosen.

.

.

You are beautiful.

.

.

You are enough.

.

.

You are loved.

This is the truth

of who you are.

Lose yourself

in the mystery

of this echoing song.

- bshivers