Whispers

I just can't stop thinking!
It's a curse.
All these voices,
and the whispers
in my head.

I can't stop thinking.
All this sorrow,
the remorse
and the doubt.

The doubt,
that's what the whispers
are all about.
And then comes anger,
raging out until
defeated by the fear.

And then again,
whispers of the doubt
and I see your faces,
start feeling brave again,
for I must be,
until you learn
how to fly
like I used to be.

If only I could
stop thinking
for a while.