Voices

I’ve lost the voices. They used to be inside my head never leaving me, but now they’re gone and all I can hear is the pounding of silence. I don’t remember anything. I can’t break this oath laid upon me, nor can I attract the voices back. They’re gone, maybe forever. But I can’t let them go.

When they’re here, I feel so alive. I feel true enlightenment and tranquillity taking my body, my spirit and my soul and they keep me company during those times that I am alone and in need.

The voices tell me what to do, what to think, how to act. They’re meddlesome, yet I can’t in my right mind live without them. I just can’t.

Before, I was broken and my only comfort lay within the voices. But now, a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. He rescued me from the ones who gave me the voices in the first place – the voices that I’ve grown so attached and have become a part of. I’m free now.

My spirit soars and my soul melds again to fit my body where it belongs. I’m mending and the pieces are starting to fall back into place to form a whole. I’m no longer broken.

But I want the voices back. I need them. The silence is killing me.