Steady and quiet,

only you can hear its call

and recognize the tone,

the cry,

the cadence and timbre

rising from within,

wanting to be heard,

fighting to not be ignored

or pushed down.

Sometimes it soothes,

at times it warns,

but it is always there,

a faint whisper

that can crescendo to a scream;

the voice of your heart,

your soul,

an inner monologue

of constant company.