Coming home

I am first found in nothing. Frozen in fear. Paralyzed from movement. Still like a marble statute. But slowly, I am moved by soft whispers. Embraced by strong hands. My heartbeat harmonizing with a rhymtic melody coming from all around me. I then remembered what it sounds like, to hear whispers from the sky, from across the water, from the sinking sands beneath my feet. I heard those soft whispers again and I remembered what I heard when I listened to the wind brushing over branches dancing in mid air. What I saw when I watched the leaves rustle in the soft glow of a new morning. Perhaps it is in this moment when I first think to myself, this is a new start.

I could remember also hearing the yearning in silent screams. Or perhaps more appropriately the silenced screams. I heard the agony.

This agony caused me to wonder. I wondered what the shivers on my arms meant. I wondered what the rumbles in my stomach meant. I wondered about it. I felt it all. All of the despair in my heart.

I beg the yearning in me to help me.

What if nothing changes?

What if everything changed.