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long after the dawn breaks
the chipmunk rises
and it’s chirp infuriates
.
incessantly loud and painfully shrill
warping my weary mind
with thoughts of its demise until
.
an elderly man who is passing
sends a prayer
and speaks aloud a blessing
.
he says that noise is the cry
of a grieving mother whose
babies have died
.
igniting my compassion aflame
evaporating resistance
to the noise piercing my brain
.
information with power to transform
an angry heart back to the one
with which I was born
.
knowledge and truth
are rivers to the sea
of compassion and love
which set us all free
About the Creator
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Comments (2)
Oh...another powerful piece. Love the progression of this, Kayleigh!
"he says that noise is the cry of a grieving mother whose babies have died" These lines crushed my heart 😭😭😭 Loved your poem!