Not so fast says poetry
I wont just leave you like that.
Please please do, I beg it
Leave my brain intact.

I have carefully glued it back together
With counsel, and with meds.
I fear this is a relapse
Have our talks not come to and end?

More meds does not make my life easy
I struggle with quivering hands, sleep and appetite.
I have asked you to kindly leave me
With myself i have ended this fight.

What more do you want me to do voice?
Have you not done enough?
I wont post anymore on facebook
But that does not mean this is tough.

I have chosen my path
I have chosen to live my life
But you whisper softly to me
And it makes me want my head to the knife.

Voice, listen i don't mind being wrong
That book from my life is gone
I just want to be at peace with God
I want real faith not illness dear Lord!

I have begun to rationalise
That this just cannot be real
I have identified that the staunch belief
Is a part of my illness. Thats how it feels.

Whats more i dont need to believe it
I have enough love in my life
If you continue to taunt me
It might ruin my chance of being his wife.

I am done with the book
I am done with the connection
It means nothing to me
I love my new found clarity.

So dont come back here again
With your insistent "calling"
I swear one day you will feel my pain
I am sick and tired of falling

I have job now and children to teach
I dont want this book or to preach
I dont care for any of its magic
This whole **** thing has been tragic.

So run off to where you came from
I dont need to listen to you
I dont need to wait for answers
Voice, i am finally through