A poem about the inner voice inside us that tells us we need more, that we are not good enough as we are.
How I’ve searched long to calm this cry
Which lingers deep inside
It has consumed my very being
Left canyons still growing wide.
Always an aching void
Which echoes loud and deep
It finds me in the morning
And keeps me at night from my sleep.
Its roar has drown out life’s songs
Causing me to miss the dance
Pushing me from my Perfect life
Where I thought I’d left nothing to chance.
Now why this troubling ringing in my head
And this pounding at my chest
Oh when my Lord will I learn
To just stand still and rest.
For all that I have searched for
I’ve carried with me from the start
It is the comfort to stop the cry
And the peace to calm my heart.
For I have found here in this valley
A lily blooming free wild
With out a drop of rain or sunlight
Still gave a fragrance sweet and mild.
Now in this rugged valley I have found
Strength to climb this mountain high
Realizing half way up
I could no longer hear the cry.
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