Consumed Mind

My Mind is consumed by a 'thing',
I can't stop thinking about it,
Always end up praying about it,
Simply can't get away from it.

This 'thing' may require me to act,
To make a commitment to it,
Start saying 'yes' to it,
Change my world for it.

I have been frustrated for so long,
Waiting for an answer,
Wanting to know my part,
Desperate to have a role.

Is this 'thing' simply in my mind?
Me making my own answer?
Making it more than it is?
Making me feel significant?

Is my mind consumed by it all,
Because its the answer I seek?
My task, my role, my part,
That will make my frustrations cease?

Is my mind consumed by it all,
Because I'm making it so?
To feel I am doing something?
The next big thing to do?

If I ended up saying 'Yes'
Would it all get better?
Will my frustrations end?
Or will they just get bigger?

Whispers

Time moves on,
The day gets ever nearer,
Pushing forwards, unrelenting,
I can't prevent it,
I can feel it surrounding me,
The harsh undertones of truth in the air,
The violent whispers,
The voices reminding me,
That I'm about to be found out,
Caught out,
Shown up as a fake.
I don't want them to know.
I picture myself clinging on,
refusing to go.
Clinging on, never letting go.
Not letting them get me,
Knowing I should,
But paralysed by the whispers,
By the darkness,
By my chains.