The Advisor is still speaking. My response will have to wait.
I know I should be so grateful. There’s so much now on my plate.
There’s this problem I can’t listen. All these voices in my mind.
A warning with some guidelines. With no words described as kind.
I am walking to her closer now. Standing, grinning eye to eye.
The Advisor has gone quiet now. I ask. “You sure it’s not a lie?”
My question has caused confusion. I can see her far off gaze.
She’s going to her safe house, where soft music always plays.
I know it can’t be permanent, someday she will return.
She has so much to teach me and I have so much to learn.
Dennis Mantin 
Your poem beautifully captures the emotional journey between the inner voice of doubt and the quiet strength found in connection and hope. I love how you personify “The Advisor” — a voice many of us carry — yet you also show growth and courage as the speaker moves closer to understanding and truth. The way you transition from confusion and noise to a calm, meaningful exchange with “her” creates a powerful emotional arc that feels both intimate and universal. Poetic works like this remind us that even amidst internal turbulence, clarity, patience, and learning can emerge. Thank you for sharing such a tender and thought-provoking piece — it truly resonates with the heart and mind.
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