There’s a voice within my head, that I thought was dead and gone.
My friends, myself, my family, convinced me it was wrong.
For months a blessed silence as it wallowed in defeat
Until it woke again by saying “Do you deserve to eat?”
Now I’m spiraling out of control, the voice grows ever-louder
As more and more of my mind collapses underneath its power.
The river turned to quicksand, grasping at my feet.
Destruction ever follows as it’s heart begins to beat.
Can I push it back to where it was before?
Pull myself out of the river back onto the shore?
Defense against the voice is strong
I cannot give an inch.
For if I do it is sure that victory it will cinch.
I need a hand that I can reach for, before my head sinks low
And I drown in the sand so deep down below
My friends surround me, I now know that I can count on them
“But wait,” the voice cries out again
“Will they be there in the end?”
Will Fall Writings 