Voices shout within his head
confuse actions he once read,
scraped old feelings till they bled,
provoking fears, till tears shed.
Listening to words that kill,
penetrating a loud drill,
gaining strength from inner will,
swallowing faith like a pill.
Voices talk inside his head,
peaceful conversations tread,
reasons with words he heard said,
bringing balance that embeds.
Listening while being still,
fluttering spirit uphill,
feeling joy and silent thrills,
sipping light until holes fill.
Voices whisper in his head,
comfort all concerns he dreads,
satiates with joy instead,
planting seeds that swiftly spread.
Listening as dreams fulfill,
letting all lessons instill,
capturing valuable skills,
allowing pure love to spill.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy