The Voices I Hear Are My Own


Born in sunshine,
Bathed in rain,
Breathless spirits
Call my name.
Grasping fingers
Catch my hair—
Whispered hints of
Hot despair
Circling ‘round me—
Night beats day.
No magic charms
Keep them away.
Ease my burden,
If you dare.
Glance discreetly.
Never stare.
Waiting spirits—
Battle cries—
Attack with glee
Defenseless eyes,
In blinding wonder,
Ever more
Possess the soul
Worth fighting for.