To My Most Faithful Friend

Oh horrid little mind of mine!
My strongest foe, yet a friend so fine,
Keeping me alive with everything breath I take.
Let's talk now, it is not too late.

To hate you is to hate myself, of this I am aware.
But how often can I quietly obey and agree with all your swears?
You make me judge, you make me fear, you keep me out of harm's way.
But stop sometime, and think, if I really should paint everything the same way.

I am who I am because of you,
And my gratitude knows no bound.
But there is a voice calling out to me,
So I need you to quiet down.

There seems to be another part of me,
Pure, still and so serene.
It sings sweet songs and whispers to my heart,
"I am your love, unseen"

I have heard a similar tone before,
When I would play in my mother's arms.
It was in my chuckles, my screams and my giggles,
And would bring everyone joy abound.

May be you and I can listen to that voice again,
And fill ourselves with the love you know I possess.
And then, with the wisdom you have gained so far,
We can choose when to live more, and when to live less