MUSHROOM m i n d

By Steph Raymond All Rights Reserved ©

Other / Poetry

spirit talk

There,

invading the quiet was a

W h i t e n o i s e

in darkness -

And somewhere out of the dark came

a voice.

“I’m sorry baby,

I’m sorry.”

I opened my eyes to watch Caleb’s mouth

to be certain the voice did not come from him.

He was sound asleep and unmoving.

Again the silken voice spoke-

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry baby.”

I felt myself being pulled

Out

And

Away.

But I was frightened-

And so I imagined a mental block to be safe.

I closed my eyes and wished it all away.

Rejecting the experience.

When I opened them again, I was alone with Caleb still asleep beside me.

I know of energy and I know of spirit.

Where does the voice come from?

Why does it follow me?

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