Poem- That tiny little voice

How often do you listen to that tiny little Voice?

Yes, that meek one,

Living coyly in the unseen corners of your head

That heaves a sigh when you wake up- excited or exhausted?

Creeping up from behind when you brush your teeth

Looking at the face in the mirror, you rethink your reality

With fluttering eyes, you spit it out.

Then you make a warm cup of cosy coffee

Seems like a gentle caress on a lifeless body

You spring to life as it rushes through your veins

All lit up, like a party in the brain

Where did that voice go, you say?

Look under the desk, behind the curtain,

Inside the convoluted passages of your psyche-

Is the address of this blinding anxiety.

Is it a warrior or just a covert spy?

Is it here to awaken or to simply defy?

Is it revolutionary or a cowardly cry?

Why can’t you shake it off, switch off your mind?

Throbbing inside your cells

Is this tiny little voice, waiting to be unfurled

Unheard, undermined- forced to shut off its mind

Dragged through the mud, but it still survives

As much as it’s crippling, it is strong

It won’t go away unless you hear it out.

Make two cups of coffee and set up a date

Be empathetic and kind to your constant mate

Maybe it will whisper a secret in your ears

Or shout a truth and make a fuss

In any case, one thing’s for sure

This tiny voice inside your head,

Cannot be dodged around for long.

#thoughts #poetry #mindfulness