I heard the whispers,
I put on my slippers.
Wandering about, I found the source,
It was an internal force.
Sitting under a tree,
I thought myself to be free.
As the whispers seemed to fade,
Defeated by the rising sun's gaze.
The blazing light dazzled my mind,
But I was determined to find,
The thought that sent the whispers.
The thought that felt like crispers.
I continued to sit under the tree,
And let my thoughts be my iced tea.
For some of them were sweet as candy,
But some were green and grey.
My whispers, I explored.
My goals, it exposed.
But, on the journey to my goals,
There are many holes.
Yet, it is time to let fear decompose,
And make my journey blossom like a rose.
To mend the holes,
And to become whole.