Whispers In The Dark

“These doubts I hear,
like whispers in the night.
How they haunt me.”

Doubts are the whispers that linger in the night. As if, somehow, the darkness has some uncanny ability to amplify the words we hear. Or perhaps it’s the moon that echoes her words across the water that inhabits our words. But either way, I hear those words. I hear the longing tone as it passes through the trees. And it makes me wonder. Are those words meant for me? Or am I simply able to hear some of the most beautiful, sad, and love-stricken words?

© Sarah Doughty

These doubts I hear.
How they haunt me.


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