Mirrored Voice

Strength had become abstract
When new tears
ran down my cheek
Aware of that soft dark voice
As it droned on and
.. I let it speak

Recuring lies
without a choice
Questioning my right to be
Alluring shadows beckon
“It’s easy, come,
just wait and see.”

I am a lucky person
to have a second,
friendly,
voice besides my own
Which alone has kept me grounded,
It’s through hardship
that we have grown.

So, here I am,
surrounded by you
And realize that strength is aid
To be there, as you are for me
Together I feel there is
.. no need
to be
afraid.