hornygal's blog post - Listening

I walk through the meadows
Glistening, wandering
Creating when I can
Dancing
Listening listening
For voices I think will never come
Only my own voice

No
All the voices of old
Haunting and torturing
The severe lack of magic
that weighs on my stomach
I dance with doubt, disgust
My own disasters
I lay with the loneliness
The starving place between his arms
Wander through these brambles, thorns
These voices are tying me down
I struggle to hear something else
Some new voice
Listening listening
For something that glistens
Something to make my words glisten again

And now here you are
You are the voice
You are the magic
This is not a love story
Love?
What do I know of it
concerning you especially
I don’t even know who you are
But you are the voice
The one I’ve been waiting
and listening for
Because you are the voice
who called me back to my meadow
the voice who made me start writing again

You startled me
You spoke to me
You made me believe in magic again

You listened