The Voice In His Head, Part I

There is a voice within my head, he’s been there all my life, I’ve learned not to talk much of it, or folks say, “He ain’t right.” Some would thing that I’ve gone insane, that I should go get help, but the voice has done me no hard, as far as I can tell. If fact he seems to cheer me on through every turn and twist, I know this doesn’t make much sense, but please consider this: When I was eleven years old I had a soccer game, I wasn’t much the sporting type, my performance was…lame. They liked to put me on defense so I couldn’t screw up, but the last game of the season I had a change in luck. I had moved up to the midfield and the ball came to me, before me stood an open shot and distracted goalie. Instead of joy I felt frozen, like all had gone amiss, then the voice said, “You’re in the clear! Go for it, you’ve got this!” Needless to say, I made that shot, my athletic high point, was so happy I didn’t mind that I had pulled my groin. But six years later I did find myself in a hard place, this time it was over a girl with a heavenly face. The people all called her Trissa, she seemed out of my reach, my hands would get all clammy if around her I did speak, but somehow I worked up the nerve to ask her to the prom, as I walked up every heartbeat seemed as loud as a bomb. To think such a woman would deign to give me just one kiss… but the voice said, “She’s scared as you, stand firm, boy, you’ve got this.” Can you believe the voice was right? We dated for five years, got married right out of college, then the real world appeared. It was much harder than a school, the workloads were intense, I knew so little I don’t know how I survived back them. Moreover Triss soon fell pregnant, and quietly, inside, I feared knowing that small person upon me would rely. How could I shoulder all that weight? I struggled at my job, what kind of life could I provide, I feared they’d both feel robbed. But what I held that tiny girl, saw her sleeping in bliss, the voice spoke up and made it plain, “Just relax, we’ve got this...” CONCLUDES IN PART II.