Poetry For Everyday People
My Guardian Voice
I'm waiting
for the whispers
to come to life,
all these years
of talking in my head,
I wanna see that other
me,
the one that stays up
all night calming me down,
from panic attacks, anxiety,
stress, pain in my stomach
or my head, that voice like
a constant beautiful mother,
saying: it'll be alright,
don't worry,
it'll be alright,
I stair into the mirror,
past my face, through my
eyes, looking at my brain,
my heart, looking for my
soul in the hollowness
of my bones,
I look hard at my chest,
don't see it, but, I sure
feel it,
light, free, content,
talking me off the ledge
of mind suicide, all the
calming words it has whispered,
when I desperately needed to
hear them, knowing exactly,
what will make me feel better,
that sweet voice
when I'm driving
at two a.m., sleepy,
saying:
stay awake baby, lets
pull in for some coffee,
it won't be long now,
we have our world
waiting for us,
let's get home safe,
and I pull in safe, tired,
as the voice says:
now pick a gardenia
and lay it on her night stand,
tomorrow's gonna be
a great day ol' boy.
for the whispers
to come to life,
all these years
of talking in my head,
I wanna see that other
me,
the one that stays up
all night calming me down,
from panic attacks, anxiety,
stress, pain in my stomach
or my head, that voice like
a constant beautiful mother,
saying: it'll be alright,
don't worry,
it'll be alright,
I stair into the mirror,
past my face, through my
eyes, looking at my brain,
my heart, looking for my
soul in the hollowness
of my bones,
I look hard at my chest,
don't see it, but, I sure
feel it,
light, free, content,
talking me off the ledge
of mind suicide, all the
calming words it has whispered,
when I desperately needed to
hear them, knowing exactly,
what will make me feel better,
that sweet voice
when I'm driving
at two a.m., sleepy,
saying:
stay awake baby, lets
pull in for some coffee,
it won't be long now,
we have our world
waiting for us,
let's get home safe,
and I pull in safe, tired,
as the voice says:
now pick a gardenia
and lay it on her night stand,
tomorrow's gonna be
a great day ol' boy.
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My Guardian Voice
My Guardian Voice
