we quest for recognition.
an unconscious cry,
a cry of confirmation,
that I'm here, alive
and with the living.
I cried
as one in need of comfort.
An innocent cry,
unaware of its meaning.
But i cried,
to fulfill humanity's demand.
An infant's cry
for acceptance
into a new world.
Now...i cry,
a conscious cry
a cry for a cause,
a cause born of purpose,
a purpose driven by desire,
a desire powered by passion.
I cry again,
louder than the chorus
of victorious soldiers
in the camp
of their enemies.
I cry again,
unbending my ears
to mothers calls
for a home coming.
Then....i shed visible tears
for acceptance into the world.
Now.....i shed invisible tears
for recognition of who i am.
Poetry by whisperinvoiz
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 20:16
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invisible tears
Then...i cried,an unconscious cry,
a cry of confirmation,
that I'm here, alive
and with the living.
I cried
as one in need of comfort.
An innocent cry,
unaware of its meaning.
But i cried,
to fulfill humanity's demand.
An infant's cry
for acceptance
into a new world.
Now...i cry,
a conscious cry
a cry for a cause,
a cause born of purpose,
a purpose driven by desire,
a desire powered by passion.
I cry again,
louder than the chorus
of victorious soldiers
in the camp
of their enemies.
I cry again,
unbending my ears
to mothers calls
for a home coming.
Then....i shed visible tears
for acceptance into the world.
Now.....i shed invisible tears
for recognition of who i am.
Poetry by whisperinvoiz
Read 634 times
Written on 2007-02-25 at 20:16
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