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Whispers

Whispers

I have a little person, it’s one you cannot see
He sits inside my mind, and he only talks to me
He tells me I’m “not worthy”, he says “you can’t do that”
He tells me I’m “too skinny”,  then tells me I’m “too fat”
That job you want, “won’t get it”! 
Why even think to try, just go back to your bedroom ,and sit and think and cry.
But inside me there’s another voice, the one that keeps me strong
The one that keeps me going, tells me “I belong”
In a world that’s full of sadness, a world fraught with fear and pain
Always keep your head up, and battle through the rain
Listen to that other voice, the one that speaks with light
Not the sneaky quiet one, that often comes at night 
For you my friend are worthy, you are certainly enough
Achieve your dreams, move forward
You're made of stronger stuff  

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Marion

I love the realness of this work because in truth...I think each one of has has that little voice ??

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Nine Eleven

Very true, the conflicted mind does present many voices, but as you said, listen to the one that speaks from your heart.

Beautiful poetry Vicki.

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Being Me

This has such a good message to it x

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