A poem:

The Murmur of Life

Voices -
mumbling, yelling, craving.
Scratching the surface of my soul,
demanding to enter.

My voice -
reigns the whole domain of my being,
guards it,
watches the obtrusive outside forces
from a calm, controlling, distanced horizon.
It changes slightly -
when and if I find it evolving.

Voices - remain as overdimensioned shadows,
conquered by the light of my soul.