Self Love

I wrote this yesterday in response to a piece that Claudia wrote.

The voice in my soul
that whispers
drives me insane with the incesancy of it's urgings

Ignoring the voice
turning back, turning tail
turning deaf

Railing at the voice
screaming, crying,
fighting

Still it whispers it's tale
questioning and wiggling
at any certainty i might have gained

Finally relaxing
I listen
and find silence alone within myself
alone within my soul
alone without my soul
I mourn

And then the arms of my soul
slip round me
and hold me
caress me
touch me
teach me

Embracing my soul
Accepting my self
Relaxing
to the inevitable