Listen closely and you can hear;
The plight of a single mother’s tear.
Can you hear it?
Not loud and barely a hum,
The pain an addict makes numb.
Can you hear it?
The sound of all those young years,
A life orphaned and full of fears.
Can you hear it?
Spoken with pride not forgotten;
Impacts of racists, still the demon.
Can you hear it?
Child of first world problems,
yet love should be welcomed.
Can you hear it?
The screams of terror from a wife beaten,
Unheard, because judgment is the beacon.
Can you hear it?
From a father the family he carries,
a hidden cry of burdens and worries.
Can you hear it?
Unaccepted and tortured by peers,
All due to being among the queers.
Can you hear it?
Tarnished by war, a painful struggle,
A veteran’s life becomes a juggle.
Can you hear it?
Deep down, often quiet, but intense,
But at the moment of no pretense,
Can you hear it?
It is there.
Are you listening?
Acquiescent Soul 
Pain and struggles but also your life is calling, the universal condition. Nice!
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We’re all human, aren’t we? 🙂
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Yes, we are! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Acquiescent Soul and commented:
I was perusing through poems I had posted and this reminded me of the relapsing after having 99 days of sobriety.
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