Two Voices

Two Voices

There is a little voice that lives inside my head.
When I have a down day, it fills my life with dread.
It speaks so very softy, no one else can hear at all,
But, to me, it sounds like thunder, just like George's shock and awe.

It tells me I'm not good enough, I should not even try.
"Don't waste your time with queries." It makes me want to cry.
It speaks to me so hatefully, I feel like giving up.
It whispers to my heart and soul. Its main intent is to corrupt.

My muse jumps overboard to leave a sinking ship.
No need to loiter here in this sad and empty crypt.

But, in time, another voice that lives inside my head
Begins to poke and prod, remembering stories I have read.
It says, "Yours are just as good; why don't you try again?"
The voice builds up my confidence, and makes me start to grin.

I sit down at the 'puter as the words begin to come
From my fingers to the keys like the beating of a drum.
My confidence returns, twice as strong as before.
I won't let that other voice put me down anymore.

I'll be proud of my work and be the best that I can be.
I'll listen to the voice that says, "Don't stop believing in me."

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