the messages are increasing their volume,
I always heard them but never listened,
for I thought they were mere thoughts
just thinkings rattling inside my head
maybe from my father or from my mother
perhaps an old friend I never saw again
reflecting echo of a time that’s passed
still riding the waves of my endless sea
accumulating as the voices I’d dismissed
until all songs became a single lonely one
angels, devils, spirits, guides, and God
one they’d seem and what they seemed to be
was the thought they were a singular Me.

Copyright © 2019 Stacey Harris

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