A Message Whispered
“You do not,” she whispered, “come to me; I come to you!
I come when I wish it, not when you beg for it.
I come when you need my strength,
when you can’t carry on or when you are ready to give up.
I know of your need and I will fulfill it
but only on my terms.
I choose when you laugh, cry, moan in ecstasy
or grieve in the pain of constant mental anguish.
Whether morning or night,
be it either cold or in the warmth of a bright summer day,
you cannot resist, you must submit for I am the one within.
You know me better than yourself.
You know I am real!
You know I will comfort you,
make you feel well again,
help you to understand, and give you a smile.
It is who I am, but – WHO-ARE-YOU?
It is time to bury the lie,
acknowledge the truth and allow me,
no, allow us to live and be finally free!
My name is Rebecca and you are me!