The following poem I wrote this afternoon and while doing so someone who I have never met sprang into my mind. We have conversed, but never had the pleasure of meeting.
My mind takes me places I have no idea where until the journey begins. I know this Echo well and hope you can relate.
But An Echo
My voice is but an echo, this sound that did begin.
A silent voice that wants to scream,
From deep beneath cold skin.
My voice is but an echo, that someone has to hear.
Sent out on stormy Northern Winds,
That is seeking for an ear.
My voice is but and echo, no one knows where it will fall.
A heart filled voice is searching,
Who will answer her echoed call.
By Helen Stallard
March 20, 2014
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