Listen To The Voices

I'm so use to drowning my demons to quiet them.
That I couldn't hear their pleas;
Their warnings;
Their advice.

Maybe that's why they kept coming back.

Not to drag me asunder;
Not to play havoc on my soul.

But to warn me;

Protect me;

To keep me safe after all.

For that is what happened
The night I stumbled and fell.
They raised my soul;
Fixed my flesh;
And licked the blood from my wounds.

So, now I listen.

I listen to those voices.

I hear what they say.

I pay close attention.

This is how I survive now.

This is how I shine.

~by: DeeVious