A personal Sermon

Dear heart, Please take a break I know this feeling, I have had this feeling before It soothes at first, beguiling flings Which shines, too Sometimes brighter than goddess Theia I know the comforts, the placidity it yields And the euphoria! Dear soul, Stop the inner monologues I know them, I have heard them before With their potent, clean blade of satires They chop pathos into cruelty, dubiety into actions Listen to how it urges me into a chance, now or never! Volition, I can hear the whispers. Volitions! Dear mind, Avoid these thoughts I remember them, they’ve run here before Scattered into ways of no pattern Tearing asunder the accords binding the soul and mind Here, they boast of the utility they bequeath me Chary, here, I must be, and slow I must tread Forasmuch I owe the better of me to them But hey! Avoid these ones regardless. Dear self, Collect these fragments and mend them back For you’ve lost yourself, broken and scattered Blend symphony from these discords And for once let you speak as you, dear self!