This is the story of a person with a canyon made inside themselves, and they are struggling on whether they should cross the canyon or continue to shut out their inner voice.
My Canyon
A voice
Lone and free,
Sweet and clear,
Rebounding through
This canyon
I’ve created,
In me.
It urges me
To let go,
To re-experience.
To fly, the wind rustling
My very being.
But I can’t.
Oh voice, stop calling!
Your message,
Soft and Sweet.
The longing
Is ever-present.
And is running deeper
Than ever.
I wish,
But what is a wish?
Just a memory
Tied to a hope.
And my tie
Is growing stronger,
Through the time.
But is it enough,
This calling voice,
This tie of feelings,
To make me cross
The canyon
In me?
I have created it
For a purpose.
And is this purpose
To be shattered,
At the far bottom
Of the gorge?
Oh voice,
Stop calling.
You know I long
To free myself.
But I am restricted.
By none other
Than me.
