19 - Whispers

The door creaks shut, thickening the silence
Two perspectives dance throughout the room
Both grasping for the other, their foundations unknown
In the heart of this room, truth is born
The swish of the whispers gathers outside these walls
It’s the same one point of view that’s always looking to be two
As they search for another, their minds come unglued
Bonded by these biased opinions, their malice renewed
But, the square of our circle is comforting in our sights
With this bed we’ve made we look to our lives
We created this place, where reality lays
It keeps us safe from the whispers
It keeps opinions at bay
It keeps our life on track
As we attack each day
It builds these walls thicker
For our lives to safely play
From the heart of this room
We watch the whispers fade away