Harvey

the siren song sounding
from the smallest voice
in the midst of all
knowing crowds
designed with the preposterous
fear that there is nothing else
out there to breath in but
false hope, and ill-fated
destiny it-self
when questioned to beg life
from broken knees and
blinded eyes…
the notes wont hit so high
and we wont stand so tall…
rejection is cried out to tear
fragile ears from their owners
mended with home remedies
to present scars on silver platters
then will it begin to shine out…
IMPERFECTION
and cry out wrong doing
believed to be
and told just the opposite
down and down again the
bright will fall
all shall dwell with the
burden of complacency
until the strong break
out to shatter the walls
of insecurity…
to place up pathways of hope
tell them they are not wrong
then and only then will
the change begin to happen
eyes will begin to see as
if they are brand new
and hearts will rejoice