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The Cry
Why do tears caress your soft face so frequently? Why is it that when you cry and let out a large scream, Which resonates from deep in your heart do you feel relief? Why can you not find the arms of a mother or a lover who can give you the same relief as that scream? Where you born to wonder alone? A lone being that has given all Only to find that you have given a little too much and are now left bare. No-one had requested that you commit to such a feat; No-one had expected you to give it all How can you not blame yourself when you find that you have nothing left? When you find that all has been given and no-one is willing to share? The cry is God given When a child cries their protector responds and tries to put right. The cry is not to be left unattended. When you become of age however your protectors’ take on different forms, A mother becomes a lover And your tears are now for yourself. Where are your protectors? You frantically search for them but only find mocking… You are of age now and your cries will be left unattended.
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