Close eyes, inhale,
Sink into the recesses of the mind.
Pause, wait, stand firm
Let the voices pass over you.
They are not real,
Sounds of others telling you what to feel.
Memories fly, in the face
Life’s debris, carried on the wind.
Pause, wait, not for grace,
But for storm to dissipate.
Absorb all that remains,
A house, two entrances, a set of windows on each side.
One door is open, lights burning bright;
Other door sealed shut,
Windows void of any light.
A lone voice speaks, calm and wise;
It’s the voice of your soul, trapped inside.