Voice of Reason
Here’s to my voice of reason
Because it’s there in every season
For the bitter, cold winter storm
And the sun-kissed, delightful warm
It shields a tear-soaked me from the rain
It calls me gently by my name
And says “step out from under this raincloud
Because you’re going to catch a cold now”
Even when I refuse to listen
My voice of reason is never hidden
Not by all the lies and disbelief
It knows how to bring me relief
In the height of attack by anxiety
My voice of reason will not cease to fight for me
I am the greatest prize to be won in this war
And when I wake up wondering what it’s all for
This voice reminds me what I’m worth
More than anything on this Earth
It says I’m an interstellar being
A sight worth seeing with words worth reading
My voice of reason always has patience
When I can’t see the truth it is always gracious
An amalgam of every struggle I’ve seen
This voice has managed to take all the negativity
And turn it into wisdom and healing
So when the rest of me is sent reeling
Into dark waters by all the issues I face
This voice is an anchor that wraps me in an embrace
Holds on tight and pulls until I see the sun again
It soothes me until I remember how to breathe again
I don’t give enough credit to this voice in me
I’m always focused on how I break and bleed
I get swept away by the cacophony in my brain
I let it ravage my inner self like a hurricane
I let myself sit in the ruins, endlessly wondering
If I will ever be strong enough to start recovering
If only I’d learn to appreciate those echoes in my mind’s atmosphere
Because they reverberate from somewhere
So deep it can’t be tainted by all the pain
A place where such a strong foundation is lain
It is from here that this thunderous voice booms
Loud enough to break glass and fill rooms
Telling the mother fucking mirror where to shove it
Telling me not to care what they think because I’m above it
Telling me to turn my pain into poetry
Telling me there is so much good in me
I would’ve thought it pretentious once
To call my own inner voice my role model, but
I’ve never meant that much to myself
And I’m tired of walking through hell
Thinking I don’t deserve more
Pushing for perfection like I have to be more
Than I am
Because I am everything I’m supposed to be
I want to love myself enough to say I’m everything I’ve ever wanted to be
To say I’m someone that would make four-year-old me proud
To adore everything I am, right here, right now
As I work toward that, I just want to show appreciation
For the parts of me that take me as I am, no explanations
Because one day when my mind is clear and self love is all I see
I’ll look back and see how my voice of reason guided me
All the way home.