Destination

I sent my invitation 

to the voices in my head

Then emptied out my mind

to weigh on what they said

 

I’m musing my responses

I thought I would be fine 

But I’m falling out of kilter

at least one step behind 

 

I’m standing where I should be

But it’s empty space and time

And nowhere is a place 

Where there is no paradigm 

 

So is this a destination  

Or a train to distant shores

Is my mind a platform 

With an open carriage door

 

Do I listen to the voices

And relate to what they say

Or pull myself together 

And board the train today

◄ Younger bones

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Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Sun 25th Aug 2019 16:00

Thank you Lisa, Adam and Jason for your comments much appreciated.
Thanks Rachel, Ruth and Crystel for the likes.


All the best des

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Lisa C Bassignani

Sun 25th Aug 2019 12:15

The voices in the head come from the heart...follow them.

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 24th Aug 2019 23:55

Also having the, "Inner voice," I would say, listen to them, then board the train anyway, then write down what they said and remind them who's boss. Great poem Desmond.

J.x

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Adam Rabinowitz

Sat 24th Aug 2019 15:44

As one who argues with those incessant voices I so appreciated your words. Thank you for sharing.

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