Voice

A voice I used to hear,
Soft, yet assuring.
It never made me feel alone
Walking with me, talking to me.
Making me stay stronger, livelier.
A voice I used to hear.
Strong, yet soothing.
Scolding me for going down the path
Holding my hand firm, yet soft.
A voice I used to hear,
Calming and soothing.
Talking to me,
When my heart ached.
But I don't hear that voice any more.
I cringe and cry,
Begging it to come back.
But my voice is lost,
And so has my direction.
I feel like an arrow without a mark,
An albatross without a destination.
Flying in empty space.
But there is a silent confidence,
That once I hear the voice again,
The arrow will hit its mark
And the albatross will reach its destination