All you need is a whisper in a world that only shouts ~ Passenger

Life is messy and life is unfair. I haven't posted in two weeks because I was rethinking the reason I do this. Write. Post. Create.

And I realised that it was my whisper in a world that only shouts. Passenger's song was given to me as inspiration for this week's poem. And it reminded me that we all have a whisper that is more powerful than a shout. A whisper being something small that you enjoy spending time on that clears your mind. Because it is the smaller things that define us and shape our decisions.

So whenever life fills you up with noise, settle down and listen to your whisper. Appreciate how strong you have become because of the noise, but acknowledge the whisper that built your endurance to get this far. You are strong and you can survive the storm life throws at you. Just believe in yourself.

Time to whisper

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Whispers (from eight-year-old you inspired by Passenger’s song)

You’ll look back and think

That life used to be easier

But you’re wrong

You’ll yearn for my innocence

In a life you thought was pure

But you shouldn’t

You’ll make countless wishes

to be little again

but you deserve more

Because what you don’t realise

is that life has always been this flawed

What you forget

is that I am protected from its brutal claws

You don’t comprehend that

growing up has made you who you are

and staying little

wouldn’t have brought you nearly as far

You thought you’d have it all figured out

You thought you’d know how to use your big heart

You thought you’d know where to sow your love

You thought you’d be in control

You might not see it now

But you know more than you think

Your heart beats with goodness

Your smile lights love in others who are on the brink

And you’ve got the reigns to your future

Thirteen years from now

And thirteen years later to the day

You still won’t have everything gathered

And that is okay

Because the whisper that has lead you here

Will never fade

It will be right beside you

Until the day you pass away

What is your whisper? I'd love to chat about the things that carried us through life. They shift sometimes, but they can also be constant. Comment below or on Instagram and Facebook. Let's get talking.

Also just curious, am I the only one who think that eight was the perfect age. Whenever I have a good memory I just immediately think it must've been when I was eight. Anyone else?