Still

Written by: Pamela Davison

I can hear 
no one listening 
and I want 
to go inside 
the quiet chambers 
of solitude, 
far away from the noise 
of this world. 

Too much humanity 
hurts my ears, 
tears at my spirit, 
and numbs me, 
until I no longer know 
if tomorrow 
will find me 
a warrior, still. 

But the crying skies 
and ancient voices 
have become 
a part of me. 
Though I grow tired, 
they will not let me rest 
until I have fulfilled 
my prophecy. 

I cannot ignore 
this path, 
it would 
make me lost. 
I cannot close my heart 
to caring, 
it would make me 
forget myself.