A voice is calling me from afar
A muted voice, muffled by the fog of distance
Calling me home
Calling me back
Calling me to reclaim my soul
Its time to move forward
To take a stand
To take those gifts of nurture, guidance and firm hand
To cast a wider net
Letting those qualities of leadership and organization
Be used for a greater good
In order to touch many more people
People in need of inspiration
The whispers begin in a soft hush
And with each question, the tone and volume increase
Exponentially until by the last, there is a cacophony in my head
Begging for action to stop the pain
These are the questions
That now creep through the shroud of fog,
Entering my brain like tiny carpenter ants
Drilling into my subconscious mind:
What do you stand for?
What do you believe in?
What is of importance outside your immediate family?
What will you fight for?
What will you die for?
What is the ultimate sacrifice?
Until one can answer these questions
They will remain stuck in a sludge of indecision
Letting their minds follow the shallow breath of the wind
Like swiveling heads at a tennis tournament
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