In the babble of the world
the assault on your senses
ears tuned externally
it’s almost impossible
to hear your own heartbeat

Your own truth
suffocated by
the desires of others
and their ‘truth’
about you
spoken
so loudly

Yet your heart never ceases
silently in your chest
echoing your deepest longing

On pale pink mornings
you should rise with the sun
find a rock
a beach or a tree
close your eyes
as the rays whisper
through the leaves
or dazzle the water

And listen to the story
your heart has waited
for so long to tell you

© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks

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