echoes

it seems
like all i write
are echoes
of what you say
to me

and the words
that i want
to remember

fall between 
the syllables 
on the page

protecting the heart
from the pain
protecting the brain
from sorrow

helping me walk
through to-morrow

with a whisper
of the past
to see me through

(true)

poem inspired by this prompt:  http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-25


art by: Jasenko Đorđević
http://toldart.com/portfolio