Nazia Sultan Poet Persona

Voices Over Thorns

Poet's Note:

Inspired by Glenn Hughes' song "Voice in my Head" from the album _Chosen_.  
This poem explores the dialogue between the inner critic and the inner guide while walking the difficult path.

         Voices Over Thorns

I walk the path of thorns with bare feet,  
each step planting roses in my blood.  
My heart is a cracked bell, ringing in the middle of my chest.  

VOICE 1 - THE CRITIC 
Look at you. A ghost in your own life. 
With hardship, your golden wings break and turn to ash. 
Grief is the forbidden apple. Don’t eat it if you want to live.
A skeleton laugh rattles from my ribs:  
Choose the smooth road. Be safe. Be nothing.
You are a coward pretending pain is purpose.

I press my palms to the wound.  
The earth drinks me and calls it baptism.  

VOICE 2 - THE GUIDE

Child, the thorns are not a punishment.
They are the blacksmith’s fire for your soul. 
With hardship you become an unbreakable gemstone.  
Like the eagle who flies with eyes above the storm clouds. 
I am your shadow, and I do not lie.  
The right path always costs. That is how you know it’s real.
Let sorrow polish you until your heart shines pure.

I lift my head.  
When you choose the throne path,  
pain becomes the reward  
and strength becomes the crown I was born to wear.

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