byAngie CapozelloCan you hear it singing?
Does it whisper to you in the soft, quiet hours before dawn?
Will you let it rock you to sleep, cradled in its arms, safe and warm?
Or will you run from it?
When the call comes, will you follow?
Do you dare to step beyond, and into the unknown?
Will you take the leap, and know that it will catch you?
Or will you hide from it?
Can you face the future?
Embrace it like a lover?
Run laughing towards its open arms?
Or will you turn away?
It waits for you.
It sings to you.
It is you.
Will you deny it?