Conversations

She has another one way
conversation with herself.
Another one, so much better
when the voices
are there to talk to, and
make her laugh.
When they disappear,
sometimes for a long time,
she gets lonely.
She has to contend with
her own conversations.
When ever the voices go,
she prays they will be back soon.
They have become friends to her,
her only friends.
Unreliable though they are,
like the old friends they are,
they are always welcome.
They will never harm her,
she trusts them completely.
Sometimes she wishes
she could run away with
the voices
escape into the world of
the voices
A place she cannot be touched,
where she cannot be hurt.
Longing to let go and
let reality take a break.
She holds on though,
though not quite sure
what for.

Shinemyrtle