Dried tracks on cheeks,
speak volumes of pain,
like thunder and lightning,
announce the rain.

Do not fear the voices,
you make the choices,
they are simply along for the ride,
you must always take them in stride.

Words vibrate heart strings,
sometimes pain they bring,
other times they touch us,
deep down in our soul,
replacing our pieces,
and work to make us whole.

Layers protect
and disguise,
the true soul,
but reflect the interior.

Climb the mountain,
of self-doubt,
until it only exists,
behind you.