Voices


There are times when many who struggle through the path of Mental health issues, find themselves listening to their own negative thoughts that batter the doors of their confidence. In otherw ords there comes a time when people listen to their inner being question the deeds of your own being.

This is the basis of todays poem. A poem that seeks to capture the self reflective battle within ones mind. In other ways it can be seen as an attempt to create poetry where ones confidence is questioned by their inner voice. I hope that you enoy todays poem, but as always I ask for understanding that people of different cultures may have different understanding, thus being polite lessens any chance of insult.



Voices


The standard to which we walk,
Screaming within the tide we talk.
Running the race but not in vain,
The steps we take all become gain.


Weathered by storms within that hide,
Battered by the infested tide.
Yet now swinging from the rafters,
Inside I hear the growing laughters.


The inner beating of the drums,
The rhythms of war again numbs.
Self reflect now the inner glow,
Mindset switched to forever grow.


When failure greets our silent pride,
Stings from the swarms that hide.
The scars of self inflicted cuts,
A figment of irrelevant unseen huts.


Cast the measure to the side, 
Live without knot that ever tied.
The hidden voice casting doubt,
Where confidence may always shout.





©  Pat Fitzgerald 2021

Thank you for taking time to read this post. If you have any comments that you wish to make, you are most welcome to do so. I also wish to note that typos may appear and I will correct and update as I discover them. Topics in which I write on will differ as time goes on. But all I place are done in a hope that they either draw attention to situations etc OR to highlight areas that I feel are important. Also other minute topics may appear in poetry that may be important to myself as a poet.

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4 comments

  1. Quite a striking poem, Pat!

    Loved the lines – “The inner beating of the drums,
    The rhythms of war again numbs.” and “When failure greets our silent pride”

    It’s a good poem for recitation and has a slow paced, wonderful rhythm

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The battles people fight mentally without talking about them.
    I wish we went through this and win at the end.

    Liked by 1 person

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