Once again a little poem that came up by itself a few months ago. I read it again today and shed a little tear. I know it’s not mine, it’s yours.

The Voice

I’m sure you hear it too,

The voice that says no.

The tyrant of your life,

Either king or victim.

“The weather is awful!”

“Everyone is stupid!”

“I will shows them who’s right!”

“I am not good enough.”

Never satisfied,

Always wanting more,

Either pleasure or pain,

Your mental addiction.

Is it time for a change?

Do you want a way out?

Do you finally feel

This is not what life is?

So next time it shows up,

Rummaging for its fix,

Just sit down and listen

Who is really taking.

Like the patient mother

Of a turbulent child,

Waiting through the tantrum

Without ever budging.

Be still, be there,

Don’t be intimidated.

Hear its claim for misery,

And find who is listening.

Go at it earnestly,

And one day you will find

The silence underneath,

That had always been here.

And the voice will come back,

Angrier than before,

Raging and kicking,

But you know the safe place.

You have found who you are,

And no longer believe

The incessant ramblings

Of the old impostor.

Please do not believe me,

Go put it to the test.

Just sit down and listen,

And go find your own yes.