My Voice

Soft touches of fingers on your skin, enough to raise goosebumps up and down your arms.

There is a sort of hopefulness that clouds your mind at the sound of her voice; her words are like pouring honey, glopping and dripping with a reverberated drop as it hits the countertop. Maybe you missed the toast you were meaning to spread it on, maybe it was unconsciously intentional; maybe the wood needed a little bit of sweetness too. Although, it could be bitter, the honey. Sometimes when you taste it, a sharp bitterness floods over your tongue. You never knew that honey could go bad, it just seems so deceiving. It came from Terra, its purity appeared to be advanced. Yet, how could it allow for something like this to be prevalent? Sometimes you must bear the storm, as they say. But who is they? Even despite this occasional bitterness, you like to see the bright side, as they also say. Her voice feels like the softest blanket, like the one you had when you were merely a baby. It’s like the soft pink that your room was painted throughout your adolescence; no matter how much you scoffed at it, silently hating it, being surrounded by it as you slept brought you immense comfort. Her words and how she said them reminded you of safety. Maybe you secretly found comfort in them because you wished your mother had been more affectionate, but that wasn’t something you’d ever admit since it would only result in spoiling the honey. You knew she hated being perceived as maternal, even if her gentleness betrayed that desire. There just was one thing you couldn’t put your finger on; how could you still feel love for her after the rage of fire that could slip from her tongue? You knew you couldn’t hate her even if you tried; you couldn’t forget the way she could make herself seem small, almost invisible in a room. In some ways, she was like a child torn away from her family, an orphan with only herself to blame. Irrational? Yes. Afraid? There would be no question. But there would be a hole in your heart if you dared to give up on her.