There are often moments where
I feel the need to filter
The sounds
The voices
The disrespectful rumble
Across the airwaves
It seems this happens
All too often now,
This discontented sprawl
Toward glory
At any price
At any price
Drag a man down
Keep his face on the ground
And all the while,
Exclaim your meteoric rise
With surprise and delight in your eyes
The sound of the drawn out drawl
The sputtering of lips
The droning noise that keeps resounding
“I demand to be listened to!”
It lends disquiet to my heart
For truths, sometimes
Are harder to bear
And I seek solace
In the truths of beauty,
Open my window wide
And there, in wide open glee
Trees lay barren
Ice melts in the streets
And the cold feels somewhat,
Like the cold I feel inside my heart.
I cannot hide
From my reality
I cannot drown out the sound
No matter how loudly I hum,
But I shall not be overcome
By this sudden feeling
Of hopelessness.
A storm has risen
And like the trees,
I shall spread my roots.
The storm may rip and tear
At everything that makes me
Me, but I shall hold on
In perseverance
And when the day is done,
The storm shall pass
And I shall only
Be stronger because of it.
© Sumyanna 2017
Written for The Daily Post Prompt: filter
Gorgeous image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Beautifully written!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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So much truth here
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Thank you very much Erin. 🙂
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