The Voice

There is a voice, on the other side, that sings to me.

Calling so softly, so sweetly.

It is the first thing I hear when I awake.

And the last thing I hear as I drift off to sleep.

The voice lures me.

I yearn to trust it, to believe in the sweet song of safety and happily ever after.

But my fears run deep.

And my walls stand high.

Days, turn into weeks, turn into month and the song doesn't falter.

It calls to me, through my tears.

It calls to me, when I'm lost.

It calls to me, in the dark.

Some days I rage.

Some days I pout.

Some days I turn my back and walk away.

Yet the voice is undaunted. It sings to me, calling so softly, so sweetly.

Tempting me to trust.

Soothing my fears.

Wearing down the walls and my resistance.

Until nothing more stands between us.