Two today, both with the same title, the first written on the 27 April 2012, the second written earlier this year. I had forgotten about the first one and only found it as I couldn’t remember where I’d saved the recent one and a search on my computer threw both of them up. I thought I’d share both as it is a good indication of how far I have journeyed in the last few years and I figure it might give those of who read my site and may be suffering from depression or anxiety hope that time does heal. Everything changes with time, hang in there. ❤
The Voice
Today, I cannot silence the voice,
nor the constant drumbeat
accompanying it,
that reverberates through
my every bone
The voice that tells me
I am no good,
The constant beat,
You are useless, useless, useless
an endless track.
The voice will not be quelled,
Silence is its power;
I cannot outrun it
for the beat
matches each and every step.
The voice will not be drowned
out by music,
I turn the volume up
’til my ears bleed
it cannot override the beat.
The voice accompanies me
night and day,
even as I sleep
the drumbeat
relentless in it desire
to destroy.
© Niamh 27/04/12
The Voice
A whisper of moments past
a reminder of a time, a place
I thought I was stuck
a loop, a beat, once unending
but now silenced
even in the night
I hear the birds sing,
the rain, and rustle of leaves,
the hum of the earth
beneath my feet,
the pulse of joy
in my heart
and I know I am free.
The voice that berated
criticised and
almost destroyed
was not mine
but memories of
words spoken
to me, of me
that sunk in
and became my truth
held me prisoner
its power washed away
by gentle words of love
that set me free.
© Niamh 19/01/19
Niamh 