Thursday, March 4, 2021

Poem: One Voice

A lone man stands in the midst of chaos.
His voice sole and separate,
unheard by the rest.

He seeks to change,
to fix,
to heal.

But no one will listen amidst,
the peal.

Of old thoughts,
and apprehensions.

He does it not for fame,
or fortune,
or prestige.

He does it because he cares,
and wants to make a change.

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This was originally written in 2015 and inspired by a photo. Sadly I didn’t keep that photo, so I have no idea what spurred it on. But when I ran across this I was inspired to share, for this seems to resonate for me when looking back at the last couple years. It can be hard to have some knowledge that is not commonplace and you want to share it with everyone, the ones you love and know the most, but really you want everyone to benefit, for it is so important to you, individually, that it seems impossible for it to not hold value for others.

And yet, your voice falls on deaf ears.

What does this make you think of?

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