I’ll do what I can, I say-

and the little voice in my head

seemingly large and robust, not little at all,

screams that it’s too much,

that it takes too long,

that it will hurt,

that it is selfish

and, finally, that it will leave me vulnerable and near death.

It makes no sense to do anything anymore for anyone.

But I noticed the voice.

Maybe next time I can name it.

D GS