Forever waiting for the call
A voice of comfort
Coaxing, and soothing
Pulling me
Free
I press my eager ear
And hear only air
No hope, empty.
Deafening silence
Static
Dialing the number on repeat
But never an answer
Where's the voice
Of joy
Leading?
Until once I hear it
A small sound, reverberates
Breif, short, fleeting.
Was that
Words?
I press harder and wait
Excitement consumes my soul
A voice echoes
Beckoning me
Forward.
Light floods the dark space
It comes in flashes
Flickering, leading me.
I trudge
Hopeful.
©spepticgrl
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