You try to speak to me in whispers but I drown you out in my own voice...
You do everything you can to get my attention but my attention is on the noise...
You try to get inside my chaos but I pretend to be so poised...
You are a mighty God who sits on His throne knowing that you can do the impossible... while I try to sit in Your place because to me none of it seems probable...
Your whispers are drowned in the noise... the noise of Doubt, the noise of "I can't" the noise of "it will never happen"... the noise that this world so loudly screams...