My own
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My own
Inner stories come to light in the within of my mind,
some of them beautiful and joyous causing me to smile,
others,
well they cause my soul to wince so primitive and harsh are they.
The voices whisper to me slyly expounding the joys of aggression and rage,
the sweetness of revenge taken in deep draughts
will make things right in a world gone awry.
Is me,
I know,
this inner voice truly my own,
yet I know the falsity of its wisdom,
for it is in weakness that surcease is sought
in causing others pain so that mine might lessen.
A hard task surely costing inner bleeding,
the calling for help along the cold dark path,
yet the light is never fleeting
nor has it ever left,
for it is the call to come higher
not allowing despair to take root
that is the fruit of unfelt grace.
For the soul of each
enfolded in love beyond all telling
is accompanied along the seeming lightless road.
Peace comes from self knowledge,
quick fixes an illusion,
love the bridge builder
held up with empathy and compassion.