First Time Heard

First Time Heard

A Poem by cquig

 

The First Time Heard

 

Warmth fills a room with cold staring eyes

The ability to change it, is immense

The desire, not right, but on the verge

Calling out to anyone

Hear me please, finally hear me

Hearing oneself for the first time

Smiling inside out, mouth the words

“Not bad”

Look around, not everything has turned to dust

See the beauty you’ve left in your path

You did this

2004

© 2009 cquig


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Added on August 16, 2009

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cquig
cquig

Carmichael , CA



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I am passionate about writing and reading pretty much anything I can get my hands. I have been writing since I was a wee lass, and haven't lost the love for it! I enjoy being outside more than being i.. more..