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Apr 2016
How amazing when I hear them as soon as my head hits the pillow
How low they are to be intentional
How savoring when I hear them as soon as I wake up
Crazy thing their not even my thoughts.

I walk out the tunnel, and they stop
Backtrack go around and their they are again.
Their words are like jet black spiders you can't see at night.
Dangerous, sneaky and conniving.

The whispers know that I'm listening
Just talking amongst themselves to make it seem like their busy
And I , walk like royalty with my head held high and my body in a line
And they sneak into my head like potion
Giving me deadly signals, so I won't win.

***** all of this integrity
That you have my back through death to angel secrecy
But, I see how you work
Giving my heart a heartache
While yours still works.

The whispers stand right beside me
Touching me with soft hands but, sharp nails.
And every minute of the day I'm growing
Into realizing that everyone that walks beside you, will also walk behind you.
And that's how people do .
So every morning and every night I deal with the whispers that try to break me, but really make me stronger.
Bridget Bethani Overton
Written by
Bridget Bethani Overton  Covington,GA
(Covington,GA)   
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