Galactic Equator: A Collection of Poems

Have You Ever Heard the Frail Sound of a Child's Cry?

Have you ever heard the frail sound of a child's cry?

The most heart-wrenching sound in the world.

You wonder,

"Why does this child worry?

Is not life new to you?

What about this globe you must explore?

How can you even know what you are feeling?

What are you feeling?"

What are you feeling?

See, that is what the child can not say,

For they do not know how to communicate the — pain.

But when you hear that gripe sound of a child's cry,

You know why, you can remember.

you've laughed. and shouted. and sung. and cried.

Those same tears have been with you just as they are

In this child.

In this moment.

In this world that is never free.

Yes, the children, they cry for many reasons but perhaps most of all, they cry. for freedom.

Let us go somewhere,

Follow me to this place,

Or rather let me follow you to a time where you are —

4 years old, squeezing tightly to your mother's hand, a hero navigating you through the realm of villains.

She leads you, with the most natural wit, the intuition of mother, through the maze of reality.

Hot. Ugly. Scary. — This place of twists, turns, and disappointment.

To you the world is so vivid with its mix of the brightest blues, yellows, laughs, and so much sugar.

Look at your hero and notice she does not laugh.

She smiles but it is broken.

She holds you because she is scared.

Did you know then that she was scared?

Mother and child, loving the land yet fearing its atmosphere.

Another tier void of justice, the tune of what is fair.

Forever they walk, there: The realm of villains,

Your first displeasing memory.

Your first root in fear, planted, sunken,

Until so far grounded into this land of hopelessness that frail becomes the child's cry.