If I were not a writer,
you might think me insane
for the voices in my head—
each one has a name
and a personality
that is distinctly theirs.
They are who I hear
when you see nobody there.
They tell me their life stories,
how they’ve changed along the way,
the people who’ve influenced them,
mistakes they can’t unmake.
I listen without judgment.
I love them all the same.
If I were not a writer,
you might think me insane.
June 6, 2013
