There they are,
Always in my head,
Always warring with one another.
The victor always the same.
The voices in my head never cease;
A constant rhythm and hum drum of noise.
Each of my very worst critics lives there.
It becomes overwhelming and quite exhausting,
Listening to their unfiltered and twisted thoughts.
It is easy to rationalize their lies and take them as truth.
Then, so very softly, I hear it.
It comes and goes, the softest little murmur.
Almost going unnoticed to my untrained ear.
In my stillest moments it grows in volume.
Contradictory to anything the voices have said before.
Could this be true of me?
My heart longs to believe.
These voices are at war in my head
The victor has always been the same.
In my quietest moments Truth reaches out to me,
Challenging me to believe something more.
Truth will win the never ending battle,
Maybe not today,
But He is fighting for me
I need only to choose to believe His voice in my head.