As I close my eyes to clear my mind
At the end of another day
I wonder if there are others out there
Who understand what I am about to say.

Finding the words is the hardest I guess
It's not so easy to say
That my head is full of such mysteries
And voices that don't go away.

From where they come I am not sure
Who they are I can not see
I only know that I'm the one
They want to set them free.

Some days when they had a message to send
And chose me as their tool
Confusion set in and made me think
Am I crazy or just a fool.

But that was many years ago
I've learned to live this way
I do their bidding when called upon
Then I kneel and pray.

Great spirit that watches over me
Hear my prayer to you
Give me strength to do what's right
You always see me through.

Now that I'm getting older
Seems the messages make more sense
But my body drains of life force
The connections are that intense.

Most will never understand,
The faces, voices and such.
I have a special gift I'm sure
I've felt the spirits touch.


written by:
Mary R. Dougherty

Poetry and Prose
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