Soledad

I was not alone then
I am not alone now
I am never alone
Because when there’s no one around
My thoughts speak to me
Sometimes it’s just a soft whisper
Almost like a gently blowing breeze
Other times it’s a loud bang
A rough complaint
But at least they talk to me
Confusing me…?
Sometimes
Encouraging me…?
Maybe
Berating me…?
Of course!
They make me feel guilty at times,
Scared, belittled, like a novice
But I don’t mind
Because at least that means I have a conscience
And if my conscience disturbs me
Then it means I feel...