it has always been drowned out by the
many screams of fear that accompany it
as it sings its twisted song
"She's not right for you"
"You're not right for her"
"She's too right for you"
"You're too right for her"
"You don't really love her"
"She doesn't really love you"
"She wants someone else"
"You want someone else"
*scream of wordless pain -- AARRGGHH!!!*
I hate you all -- g'wan, GIT!
Jesus fucking Christ, I hate those voices
they sing nothing but
silent sadness echoing myriad times on
the grey wailing walls of my mind.
yet love still sings.
i'm amazed how strong it is
i can hear it and feel it --
it is stronger than all the rest.
i know love is the ocean
and the voices of fear are hurricanes.
they ripple the ocean,
tear up the shore,
but they fade and disappear in time,
if i let them.
if i just let myself repair
and realize that hurricanes are part of my ocean,
but they ARE NOT the ocean,
i think i can dare to let
the ocean of love
pour out of me
without causing hurricanes.