Telling me to not be scared as I merge onto a freeway; they'll move for me.
Of mum telling me I'd look great if it weren't for my arms in my wedding dress.
More housework, don't sit down.
"You had a whole day off
What did you do?"
Day to day, I feel reverberations surrounding me; strangling me.
"Keep those emails short
No one reads them anyway"
Keep them succinct, they don't value my time, and I'm telling them not value theirs by imposing my views onto them.
I hear little whispers, little voices in my ear.
"Don't eat that. You don't need it."
"Didn't you go to the gym?"
"Why didn't you do that yesterday?"
Now I hear you. Whispering in my ear. A ghost tied gently to me.
"They are so lucky to have you."
"That's because you care."
"You saying this shows how far you have come."
You always see the best in me, talk me down from the ledge, clear the fog from the storm clouds around me.
Little voices are no longer sirens but whispers carried softly on the crashing waves at high tide.
- Nicole xx
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