Julianna May

I am surrounded by a thousand voices. Each one I desired to hear, To have them tell me how to make my choices Because I am too riddled with fear. So here I am, in the place I longed to stand, Mind blurring as the thoughts race; 
My mouth screaming as my ears are covered with my hands. And I suddenly know, loitering in this place My own thoughts are the ones I need to hear; My own desires, and the dreams I never clung to or held near. I wish I could go back to when they were new, but it’s too late it seems.