MARIA STEN

ACTRESS · WRITER · PRODUCER.

IN THE DARK - PART XV

WHISPERS.

There is life in the secret whispers I hear, laying in the dark.
You send them to me, your indestructible energy,
Piercing the fragile pieces of my heart.
You who's known me from womb,
A love unconditional, is my definition of you.
There are words that can't be found
So there must not be words enough.
They keep me up at night,
Staring on the faded eggshell that encompasses me.
I wonder if it was all black would I feel more free.
Less like a trapped bird, fluttering its wings at maximum speed,
Trying and trying and trying, oh but I'm so tired of trying
To make it all the way back to you.
Then I feel it again, there in the dark.
The breeze. The breeze that carries those whispers across an ocean,
Gaining, fueling with every wave, finally reaching my heart.
My tears deceive me. Never expectedly. They come and tear me beyond mercy.
I have learned not to feel. I have felt a lot.
I now see all the things left to feel, I now taste all the tears that will never stop.
I now hear the whispers, bringing me back from beyond the beyond
To make it up with love.