I’m sorry but I
appear to be
just a figment
of your imagination,
some strange mind chemistry.
I have no pigment of colour,
no solid smoothed out edges.
No body that contains me,
I am but a broken memory
floating in your inner sea.
There was never
really a me.
It was all you,
I was just the voice
you spoke within,
when your hopes
were worn a bit thin.
You see I am you,
but you are the truth,
I am just a thought
gently flowing through.
I am the voice
that gives you a boost.
I am the one that whispers
to keep on pushing though,
even when it feels the walls
are closing in on you.
I am the hope that whistles
through your mind. I am the thoughts
of a world that is kind.
It’s all within you,
every time you've reached a higher peak
it’s your own voice with which I speak.
I'll help you find it if you listen to me.
There are other voices in here.
They are not as nice,
they will fill you with fear,
try to put you down as they
slap your brain in a vice.
Try to ignore their advice,
I’ll shout louder if I can.
Whenever you doubt,
they get stronger every time.
So, believe in you,
like I do. I know your soul
and how bright it can shine.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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