If every tear i cried could make you understand
a river of pain would fill your head with knowledge
knowledge that scars my mind at the even thought
my palms bleed from clenching nails of stress
my heart beats irregular and weak
the emotions that once had been my life
now only are specks of dust traveling into the atmosphere
easily forgotten and yet being missed plentifully
silence speaks louder than the words that escape my lips
as i scream for your attention but get none in return
Showers of mercy are lost to the drought that now has taken over
I cry rain on me! RAIN ON ME!'
But still my voice remains unheard to all, even to God
If those who bore you do not love you who does?
Who will give you the care and love you need to live?
Should not the mother who shared her womb with you
be the one to love you the most
Yet if remorse is lost on her than who is there left
to restore the once whole part of your life?
The part of your life that sang with the larks
That cried with the wolves
That smiled along with the sun
That danced beside the waves?
Am I lost to the world as the mountains tower
and the valleys sink into the earths outer bed
and the human race smothers me into depression?
Yet again I cry out, shouting, hear me! HEAR ME!'
But does an ear open to hear or a tongue dance to answer?
Unless my hearing and my speech forsake me than there is
truth to what I pronounce
Some might say complaints slither out from my diaphragm, into my mouth,
and into the world
But when a child cries out to a mother in fear,
or a husband tells a doctor he is harmed,
or when the dirt cries out for the rain to shower down and nurture it,
Is that called complaints from each and every one or a necessity?
A relief from the road block that has created a bomb in your head?
A bucket of water to drench the burning fuse?
If complaints are what you say they are than
should one hold those burdens and hide them from the world
Until they become so heavy that the back of the carrier is broken
No longer will the back be able to carry as much as
they could before until they yet again break their back
Until finally the slightest amount of pressure sends the carrier on his/her knees
Begging and crying for mercy and relief
Is that a complaint?
If so I scold you and send anger your way
For a complaint is what spoiled brats whine about
Those in which I have mentioned are weights that
Should NOT be placed on anybody
Love should be constant
Love should be everywhere
Love should be felt in each soul
EVERY
day
night
evening
week
year
life
even until death
Love is what makes the world go round and carries hope
If Love did not exist chaos would take hold of what we all care for
If evil lurks everywhere and in everything than where does good exist?
Evil doings and sayings wash away self-esteem and replace it with bitterness
With pain that is never ending, a wound that never fully heals
Still I shout, crying, heal me! HEAL ME!'
yet gashes remain open and broken still unamended
Fair? You would think we would have learned by now that
LIFE IS NOT FAIR
and now i whisper
forgive me....forgive me...forgive ME
