Tiny Voice

Everyone has an inner voice. A voice only they can hear. Most ignore this voice and continue on regardless of the consequences. Once in a while we need to listen to this voice.

A small voice in a crowd,

cannot not be heard,

but a small voice in silence,

makes a thunderous word.

 

Perception is the key,

to many of life’s mysteries,

details overlooked by many,

may be noticed by any.

 

In a like-minded world.

it is the unique mind,

that makes a difference in time,

in an organized society.

 

But everyone is not the same,

and everyone has their opinion,

so we have conflicting ideas,

and opposing views maim.

 

Nature loves order,

everyone working in a prescribed manner,

everything following  a pattern,

everyone working together is the mortar.

 

Chaos causes friction,

disorder reigns supreme,

anger levels rise,

to meet a rising scream.

 

Life is not disorder,

for it follows a prescribed path,

from one life to the next,

and everyone meets at last.

 

In a thunderous crowd,

someone’s voice is lost,

an idea may be ended,

another dream has its tossed.

 

When will we learn,

that one person can make a difference,

whether we survive as whole,

if we are destined to pay the toll.

 

Chaos is not order,

order is harmony,

harmony is peace,

and peace is love.

 

Yet we must listen,

to that tiny voice,

the one within our heads,

to clarify right from wrong.

 

The mind contains chaotic thoughts,

in which insanity may reign,

for serenity is in the mind,

to create order in the soul.

Author's Note

Sometimes our best work can happen if we pay attention to our own conscious.

Reviews

[melissa]

This amazing poem keep up the great work