A Voice Within

STORY:


This poem is possibly about a flesh-and-blood person (or people), but it is also about the workings inside my head.

I have always thought there was more than one "person" working in my brain to make a direction for my life. Not so much a full blown mapped out plan, but rather choices related to the path of least resistance, greatest comfort or a combination of the two. The brains version of the force of gravity.

Picture rain falling on an ever changing surface or maybe just rain that's not falling. No room for good physics to apply here, after all it is in my head and I'm not sure the process of thinking has to follow the earthly rules of force and resistance.

Why the female persona? Its a good way to say that whatever is in this brain of mine, this other side of my thinking, is really a different kind of force and commands respect. Not to worry. She is an Amazon with great confidence and yet a sense of grace and style.

There is a certain amount of tongue-in-cheek in this post, as usual with me, but I'm not sure if it is my tongue or hers. Oh ~ chuckle chuckle.



POEM:

A Voice Within

03/23/11

"I know you now." She said

With a darting glance

that betrayed her words

as their echo rumbled through my head.

A glib laugh that by itself sounds quite awkward

but in context makes me feel the damp

chill of being alone and being afraid.

“Be strong now,” repeats with each beat of my heart.

A heart that I am suddenly more aware of,

connecting my head and chest.

Pounding out the fear

forcing me to breathe in

and out as a tonic.

I will not look in a mirror right now,

not even a glance,

until I am sure.

Could she possibly know

the power she holds?