My inner voice awoke one day,
And whispered quietly to me.
So softly I almost didn't hear,
So I carried on just normally.

It spoke to me every single day,
Each day louder than the last.
But still I chose not to listen,
And many more idle days passed.

Then one day it yelled at me,
Shouting over and over again,
And I wish I hadn't ignored it,
As I might know what could've been.

And then a long time seemed to pass,
Without even a single word.
Which was fine with me, just because,
I always hated what I heard.

But on an indecisive day,
I gave it a much -needed call.
Only to find my inner voice,
Would not speak to me.. at all.