The day I told them I hear voices
My fate split open into choices
A trembling truth
A sharpened seam
A cracked glass echo in a dream
Their eyes went wide like breaking tides
Like doors unlatched on haunted sides
Like they were bracing for the sound
Of something rising underground
I said they whisper when I wake
They rattle ribs
They ricochet
They rhyme in riddles
Chant in chains
They stitch old thunder
Through my veins
They hum my fears
In looping scores
They knock like fists
On locked up doors
They drag old grief
From shadowed shelves
They speak the parts
I hide from myself
But sometimes
Yes
I told them straight
They lift me up
They recalibrate
They tell me I’m still built to stand
Still forged in fire
Still iron spanned
The silence after felt like stone
A frozen kingdom carved in bone
A throne of doubt
A crown of frost
A tally of what truth had cost
Yet in that hush
My pulse grew loud
A rebel spark beneath the shroud
A vow to rise
To stay
To fight
To weld my darkness into light
The day I told them I hear voices
I learned that fear
Rewrites its poisons
That courage blooms
In jagged lines
That truth hits hard
But still refines
And when my name left my own tongue
It rang like steel
It burned
It sung
A voice no longer split or broken
A self rebuilt from what was spoken