The journal

I heard a whisper this morning
from the dark side of my heart.
It was a question
that questioned everything.
I calmly explained why my life was good,
but the incessant questions broke me down.
I began to believe that I wasn’t good enough
or strong enough
and that my life’s trajectory
was downward.
I looked at myself in a mirror
and found myself wanting.
I listened too long to the dark whispers
and forgot myself.
I turned to my writing
and read about the dark conversations again.
I found answers I had forgotten
and the whispers stopped.
I stood there with my journal in hand
and cried
but learned about myself again.