I heard a voice

I hear but I don’t listen
The voices that tempt me
Like gold they glisten.
I see things which are not really there
And the will to succumb is greater than for prayer
I live with people who are in my head
Constantly tormenting me, wishing me dead
I live with this pain each day
It’s not as simple as black and white
How do I explain this?
When there’s an in-between of gray

The will to cry and end it all is strong
But the power is just not mine
Frustration overshadows rationality
The heart bleeds. It bleeds, it bleeds.

Wait…
I hear a voice
A sound quite vocal and articulate
Accompanied with such authority
Quite different to the others

“Quiet. Be still” it says

And the other voices were suppressed
At long last- silence…

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*Schizophrenia, paranoia or maybe depression can be life-threatening.When you are associated with a mental disorder of some kind, you find that you seem not to have a value for life.You lose your ability to make good judgements and everything pretty much goes down hill from there. But this poem is saying that there is a voice- the voice of Jesus- which is strong enough to silence every other voice in your head. In Mark 4:39, Jesus said to the storm: "Quiet! Be still!" and it calmed down.Just know that every storm in your life can be calmed.*

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