an echo could not recognise it’s own voice it got stuck in a canyon between reason and choice screaming all the more louder it threw out a rhyme no one dared to respond or cared to reply for none heard such a poem nor the voice that was mine
I am not my father's daughter; though I have his walnut eyes and raven hair, I don't leave my fury's aftershocks behind to ricochet off my bloodline, and the cracks on my walls were born from cheap paint, not the turbulence of my fists against skin, slamming doors and the echoes of my sins.
~She said "Hello?" and only the echoes returned her greeting. —Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea
Only the echoes answer back written March 24th, 2020
She cries out to the depths opening her heart saying the unsaid things screaming in her muteness sighing her pain cradling her isolation begging for answers calling for connection giving voice to the wanting And only the echoes answer back.