Mute Voices: Spoken Word

Outlet 4

Whispers From The Unknown 

     Voices uttering from room to room; As I sit in a stance, listening ears requiring audiences that will hear the sounds. Staring off into a ocean filled with so many of the things I once was. Whispers begin to fill my ears. You see that rock that I once was? That rock you can not move it, because it had already been moved. You see that water, you can not swim through it, because I have already swam through it. As I draw nearer to a quiet place, the whispers become more invasive.

         Louder and louder, the whispers from something unknown draw me in. Do you see the flower that was dead, it won't die again because it's leafs are, full bloom. The stem that was once weak has strengthened it's own body. Weakness dies inside me, and the rock that was once moved becomes a mountain full of stones. Knowing what is to come, leaves no room for dreams. Living for the unknown is what the whispers thrive off of. Can you hear me, " Listen to the music that plays deep inside you. Let it out, place it on a sheet and hear the song through your voice and soul."  

    Closing my eyes to see, if the whispers left me; Only to hear the unknown speak once more.       

  " I never left you. I stood on the mountain to see you. I closed one door, to open up two more. I made the ocean out of every tear you shed. I replanted flowers without no stem; I loved you through the walls that you placed, because hurt had over stepped it's entrance. When darkness fell and it seemed like all the love you showered for others, was for their personal gain. I gave light and removed all the dark edges. For all the fighting you did for one, I took in an army for millions. I stood on the battlefield for you full armored because you were worth it all. My heart can't hear what my mind doesn't understand." 

    Silenced by the words, my cover opens up. I see where the hurt inside me faded. I begin to feel no pain, no room for emptiness. The whispers from this unknown voice, finally got to be heard. Voices inside me, were always there; hidden under my walls, and waiting for what was unknown to make it's grand entrance. I love myself a little harder now. I don't allow what once shook me to grab hold. I am ten times stronger than my enemies. I will remain a queen, without needing anyone to be my king. I built my own empire that will not be moved. It's built off the sounds of the unknown whispers. 

    All these whispers grasping to what I wanted and not what I needed. That's what gave my entire life gestures. I can hear every little voice, and every little detail inside me lives through these whispers. The unknown is now known. All along... the whispers were my inner self. Silence is simply listening to the voice that lives inside you. 

    Can you hear the whispers of the unknown? Shhh... I'm whispering, whispering for you to hear me.