Notes About The Poem
This poem gives voice to the tiny developing
human spirit inside, that I truly believe desires to live.
No we may not know of such intricate matters; but God
hears the faintest cries, and I believe that God inspired
me to hear and write, the faintest of such cries in
poetic form, Tiny Voice
TINY VOICE
TINY VOICE
An encompassing 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.
A desperate compelling to now make you aware,
That I know that you are my mother.
My insecurity is streaming from your fear;
But I pray alas, my tiny voice, you'll somehow hear.
Much more than a mass. I can think, I can feel, I can cry.
When given the right to choose my life,
Why would 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 truly has to care.
You’re too young, too old, afraid for sure,
You don’t think you can't handle this.
I’m so sorry for the trauma,
but I'm here now, I exist.
Yes it’s between you, your heart, and your God,
But if you listen very carefully,
Hearing my voice is not that hard.
No easy solution and problems solved.
But there's a matter of a choice for life that's involved.
Just let me live, even if given to another,
You’ll forever be my dear precious mother.
Or if pulled apart,
and left for dead;
I’ll still be a tiny voice in your head.
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