Whispers Beyond the Veil

Whispers in the midnight air, secrets buried deep within,

A gift from days of Salem's past, where shadows and spirits begin.

My family’s legacy, a calling I can't deny,

A chosen path, a haunted gift, reaching beyond the sky.

Seven years old, I first knew, when grandma’s words rang true,

A medium’s gift passed down, clear as morning dew.

Loved ones on the other side, coming through my mind,

Guiding, haunting, whispering truths I’d never find.

Dark spirits and broken hearts, all seeking peace,

Lost souls wandering in the night, longing for release.

I stand tall, I open wide, embrace what’s in my mind,

The duty, the burden, a gift I’ve now aligned.

I am the bridge, I am the light,

Breaking the shadows of the night.

Giving the spirits what they seek,

Finding the strength, enduring bleak.

Behind the veil, I’ve seen the pain,

Lessons learned, through loss and gain.

Unraveling mysteries, unmasking lies,

Guiding spirits to where silence flies.

No longer afraid to talk, to listen, to see,

My gift is my voice, my curse, my destiny.

Walking the line between worlds unseen,

The chosen one, forever between.