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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