Voices
No matter how much you try, one day you will become emotional. This is when you are so grateful for having a mother.
Voices
These are the voices in your head.
They fight against each other,
each trying to prove they are right.How will I survive?
I don’t want to be reliant on anyone.
No! God will help me,
He will look after me.But, it will eat away you slowly,
The other voice responds.
So? So what? I can handle it, I shout. No no, the voice in my head shouts.Your white blood cells are no longer your friends,
They’re scarring your nerves, another laughs.No longer is it a fight for the loudest thought.
No.
Now it is just taunts from all angles.‘Don’t go down without a fight,’ you were taught.
Eyes tightly closed, hands in your hair, all tangled.I will write, until my last breath,
My voice screams, somewhere in my mind.Oh? So you will, but you already are reliant, it mocks.
No I’m not, I respond. No, I’m not, at least not yet. They’re just being kind.
Why?
Why are you bringing this up again? I feel the tear drops.The voices begin to shout once again.
You take medicines one shouts,
You will become a burden!
You’re not fit, you’re not healthy,
The medication will only ease the pain.‘No!’ No longer a shout in your head. I am not insane.
Trust, patience and belief,
These are the three words that will bring you relief.
© Fatima Begum