The Whisper A Week In Time. By B. Sey

I am the Week, a thief of time,

I steal the slow, the predictable climb.

Decades may slumber, in gentle repose,

But I arrive, where destiny sows.

I am the whisper, the sudden loud call,

The rearranged room, where shadows fall.

I break you open, I age you with speed,

A crucible of change, a vital, raw need.

I shift your career with a whispered word,

I burden your caseload, a lesson unheard.

I bring the losses, the growth you despise,

But in my depths, true strength will rise.

I am not linear, my path is not smooth,

I come uninvited, disrupting your groove.The wise ones know me, they don't curse my weight,

For in my embrace, lies a twist of fate.

So stand firm, dear soul, if I find you now,

When the earth shifts beneath, and you don't know how.

For I am no mere seven days, fleeting and slight,

But a portal, a turning, where darkness meets light.

A chapter unfolds, where your future takes hold,

"Everything changed here," a story unfolds.

For sometimes decades drift, in a tranquil stream,

But I, the Week, awaken, a powerful dream.

Together we will succeed.

The Whisper A Week In Time. By B. Sey.

October 2025