Echo

Riding the echo down into the deepest darkness. I follow the call of my inner child. She calls quietly and her voice... my voice echos loud, above the outside world, in my mind. She whispers my name, tantalizing, mesmerizing all I hear is her voice... my voice. Riding the echo into my mental darkness. Following the whispers and calls of that child inside. I discover my inner being protected by an outer shell brought on by hard times. Sheltered by indifference and apathy. A child inside the shell, hiding, frightened by the outside world, curled in a ball. Carved into its surface are my broken memories- faded, chipping and taped together- all trying to influence the child inside the shell. She whispers of love lost in her life... my life. There is a crack that runs along the face, a scar still throbbing with forgotten life. A festering wound causing anguish and regret. The child inside screams... I scream. I ride the echo into my own despair trying to heal the wounds. Riding her echo... my echo.