One of Many

-One Of Many-

The voice now swears, in rapid secrecy, that my days to come I could finally see. Mistakable voice, seldom speaks, never is, takes a chance and sings to me.  The words fall free,

bright, safe, scared

loved, named, tamed

 I know not their shade, I know not my name, but they ravish my soul in strong, sparse waves.

Sara F.