The loud voices

I lost myself in the loud voices;

couldn’t hear myself.

They called, cajoled,

Insisted.

“Be like us.”

“Believe like us.”

They made me afraid of being wrong.

But I see now that they were the ones afraid,

not me.

Because I’ve always known what I believe,

I just let them talk me out of it for a little while.

 


Shhhhhhhhhh. Be still, and know.

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