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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required TINY VOICE Suddenly an encompassing warmth and awareness, With understanding of thought somehow; A sudden feeling of rejection and sorrow, And I don't feel safe right now. A sense of security I am longing for, A source of comfort from no other, And now desperate compellings to make you aware That I know you are my mother. My insecurity is streaming from your fear, You can’t see my face, but I pray alas My tiny voice, you'll somehow hear, Crying out, I'm much more than a mass. I am the image of God, resembling you, I can think, I can feel, I can cry. When given the right to choose my life, Why did you choose that I should die? I am but a tiny voice is true, But instead of your love, fear is there. The circumstances shouldn't matter as much as my life, You’re the only one who has to care. You’re too young, too old, afraid for sure, Don’t think you can handle this. I’m so sorry for the obvious trauma The blows of life with it’s problematic fist Yes it’s between you, your heart and your God, It’s not just your body But now I am involved No easy solution and problems solved We’ve come a long way to have no resolve Please hear my crying, Feel my cleave to life, my trying, Just let me live, if even given to another, You’ll forever be my precious mother. Or if pulled apart, and left for dead; I’ll still be a tiny voice in your head.
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