Dear Inner Voice,
It’s me, your vessel, your ship which you direct. I don’t know what to think about you, how to perceive you. You’ve just always been there, for as long as I remember being conscious.
One moment you scream, and in the next, you are as sweet as a lullaby. Sometimes you lift me from the deepest and darkest pits. Sometimes you encourage me to jump right back into them.
You’re just there. Mostly there, but sometimes I have to look for you everywhere only to find you nowhere. You’re mysterious dear inner voice. You’re mysterious. I can only observe you but never truly understand your metaphoric presence, your ephemeral permanence.
Toward your mystery, your courage, and your company, I’m grateful.