6:30 a.m. alarm sounds.
“Time to wake up!” Compliance commands.
“Just a little longer,” Sensibility suggests.
Guilt, like an incessantly annoying child
tugs on Conscience:
“Come on; there’s lots to do!”
Body does not respond.
and dreams come:
relying on friends,
backed up toilet,
children’s wide eyes fearfully imploring:
When is this all going to end?
Guilt propels a return to consciousness.
“Up and at ’em! There’s a good Soldier!”
Compliance attempts to be chipper.
“There’s really other more important than rest,”
“Can’t lie in bed all day!” Guilt counters.
Body is MIA.
Dreams surface again:
setting up house in a thoroughfare,
people coming and going, oblivious
eyes scolding: convicting
Guilt mutates to rage,
Body wakes up choking, gasping
reaches for the rescue inhaler
sucks in, desperate for air.
“That’s it! Up you get!”
“No! No! Rest is needed!”
“The day is wasted! There’s no going back!
“SILENCE!” A new voice emerges.
A collective intake of breath.
“Breathe; just breathe.”
A unified sigh.
“And breathe again.”
Tempers cool, and emotions begin to settle.
“What’s going on?” Guilt wonders.
“Just trying to stick to routine,” Compliance explains.
“It’s always been this way.”
“But she’s ill now,” Sensibility adds; “concessions are necessary.”
“Breathe,” the voice asserts.
All sigh again.
“Just be in the stillness of the moment…”
Stillness has no voice.
Her language is compassion and infinite,
Compliance sobs, releasing enormous obligation.
Sensibility gratefully releases burden of responsibility,
and Guilt – well Guilt is little – happily snuggles up
to Unconditional Love.
“There, there,” Voice soothes; “isn’t harmony so much better?”
Body concurs and rises out of bed.
(Today’s prompt challenges us to look at the differing parts of self and start a dialogue. I decided to rework a poem I wrote in 2014 when suffering from severe M.E. Dealing with a debilitating illness brought all the inner voices to the surface, and I struggled with the emotional and psychological aspects of having my life shattered. A Call for Harmony attempts to illustrate the struggle.)