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A single drop of water
appears feeble against
the cold, indifferent granite
of the mountain, ancient rock
steeped in unchanging dreams
older than memory. Yet, with
the relentless march of time,
the determined sculptor
nibbles away, chiseling with
persistence until the surface yields.
Similarly, a single voice often
splatters against the cacophony,
drowned out by the billion-throated
roar of the world. But with patience
and empathy, we can chip away
at the hardened heart, carving
a crevice where understanding
might bloom. This is the quiet,
insistent whisper of hope, a steady
drip in the face of adversity.
As always, a heartfelt THANK YOU for taking the time to read my poem. Without you, my voice would be a whisper, just floating in the air.
This is an incredible piece, Sam! Very inspiring for me.
Aww. Sam Beautiful. You seem to have mountain climbing in your background. ⛰️