Noise

Noise
Life is so full of noise.

Perhaps, even before the moment of birth
 the noise, the sounds of living begin
 inundating each second of our becoming,
 into our very existence and life.

Tears and crying, pain and heartache are not the start
 those moments at conception are not lost to us,
 it lies in our DNA almost irretrievable
 but still there waiting to come forth.

Noise of every kind initiated us to life.

Some  hear a joyful, passionate and loving noise
 that giggles, tickles, laughs and breathes joy
 while others face it with doubt, hesitation and fear
 holding back then coming forward unsure, methodic, logically.

Despite the noise and its particular sound
 all come forth at a specified moment
 taking their place amid the noise of life.

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