Dear Little Voices,
I hear you through
The relentless tapping of my leg, the gasping constriction of my throat, the crack through the hollowness of my chest.
The rhythm of the words, the drumming of 'I'm not good enough...smart enough...talented enough...special...
Enough
I feel you through
The sudden loss of breath, the compulsion to detour, the endless cascade of images that hijack my brain.
The ghostly morphing faces of archaic opinions, the sideways glances of conforming friends, family wounds passed along as...
Judgement
I love you through
The slowness of time and movement, the hairs lifting on my neck, the erasure of old perceptions
The illogic of preemptive disappointment, the encouragement of risk, the brightening and buoyancy of...
Now
Always,
Your human host
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Jenna Calloway
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Comments (2)
An excellent challenge entry and this is what we do to ourselves sometimes. Those voices can be very hurtful.
I see this as a sorrowful attestation to self doubt. Good job!