I think we all hear voices.
Some sing songs of insanity,
others are strong with warnings,
some are argumentative, repetitive
thoughts trying to convince us
of our reason and righteousness.
My inner voices have tended to be soft,
because they've rarely had reason to be loud.
I've listened carefully, especially to the ones
with sound advice giving me direction.
Thanks to them, I'm pleased to have done
what I've done, been where I've been.
But now, after I've given in
to most of their good guidance,
there are voices shouting in me, calling me
in ways unlike before.
And I'm scared
because inside of me, I can't find silence.
That's why I'm writing.
(For Dverse Poets.)