My voices and visions: A poem 

I had voices and visions ever since childhood 

They can sometimes be bad and mostly be good 

I’m blessed with the sacred, wrestle with the profane 

With all these musings, life can’t be mundane 

History has it that some people have what others lack 

A case in point is the story of Joan of Arc 

She recognised the king and called his bluff. Hark! 

Since then, she led from the front, never let low her spark 

Even with the prospect of the stake, she did not retract 

Her mission was undone, but she did not take it back 

All illustrious men have inspiration that comes from above 

Those that answer to the calling are replete with God’s love 

Fear not suffering, even if in nobility you fall 

In destiny’s eyes, the good stand ever so tall 

My doctors tell me I’m a hapless schizophrenic 

I refrain from telling them it’s what makes me tick 

Voices and visions are not the signs of the mentally sick 

It’s my conversation with paradise, that lights up my candle’s wick