Why do I listen
to the voice of habit,
the child's naive cry
that this is the only way?
I let go of childhood now.
I know this inner voice well:
the inner child, Fear
and her playmate, Anger. O!
That inner voice fades
with growing self confidence.
I only listen
to the voice of reason,
soothing all my pain
with unconditional love,
wiping all my tears away.
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