Hello Meggen,
a strange thinking to be at voices mercy. Is there an inner world with its voices and you can’t get out? Is there a voice telling you this poem? I know the voices in my head. Maybe this is a source of inspiration. I hear the voice and follow it. So I can get in this world and with a poem in my arms I can get out. Sometimes I think it’s like the tunnel effect in quantum physics. There is a probability to be in and in parallel a probability to be out. The real reality as a hidden myth. Be alive in your poems. Best Regards Bernhard