The Little Voice in my Head

(Photo by Aaron Weiss )

Shivering hands with trembling toes

My best mate turns my filthiest foe

I am pulling away she is clinging close

Night’s a relief, day is, but an overdose

Pretending above to be all strong

Am wondering inside how all went wrong

I am distracting myself she’s pressing it more

I am safeguarding boundaries, she’s hitting the core

I am trying to give clear a view to the world

Yet dreams mine are hazy, my vision all blurred

I am letting it go, she’s making me hold

I am saving some warmth she’s making me cold.

It’s time to decide, what’s more of a need?

Is it necessary to grow? or necessary to feed?

I am confused and strong she’s clear and weak

I am madly confident she is wisely meek.

It’s funny how we think, it’s funny how we live,

Don’t I need to possess something before being able to give?

I am fighting it back, she’s putting down arms,

When my words go fruitless, even her silence does harm.

Then when I sit down on to calculate

Of all that has been done, all that is to evaluate-

Of getting clear of things about who’s more right than wrong,

To infer this harsh fact, it doesn’t take much long

It isn’t about being weak, or of who’s being more strong

Sometimes nobody is faulty, sometimes it’s just the situation at wrong…!

-Pearl

(Pallavi D. Patel)

(Photo by Sasha Lebedeva )

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