
Why do I listen to the voice?
Why is there no other choice?
Every day the same voices play.
Every day I try to keep them away.
They always crawl back stronger than before.
They always know how to rattle my core.
The heart beats but I know that this is not me.
The voices speak and I think it’s the only way I can be.
With guidance I can let go.
With the spirit I can help show.
I know now I am not the voice.
I know now that I have a choice.

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