Theresa Ann Moore
Coming Of Age - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Ripples perpetuate from sounds of persuasion
Influences form a circle and begin to enclose...
A glowing burst takes hold and leaves a lasting
impression carved into a youthful unchartered soul
Be a part of the masses...
being sucked into the crowd
Hearing empty promises
that seductively take control
Believe that assumptions will fill the void...
gathered inwardly with a power that combusts
All the particles of former knowledge vanish
and are replaced by an overwhelming trust
Waking to the sound of hollow emptiness
Alone to limply lean forward into a vacuum
seeking forgiveness…surrounded by ashes
Assuming a position contoured by a womb
Emerging slowly after a significant time
Finding integrity and the ability to question
unprecedented forces that pry and devour...
Gaining confidence… proceeding with discretion
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