Word Play Wednesday: Quiet The Noise……A Poem

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Word Play Wednesday is a weekly feature of written and spoken word poetry. I will be sharing my written and spoken word poems exclusive to my wonderful subscribers. If you are interested in sharing some of your poetry, feel free to buzz me and we can work something out.

I hope that you enjoy reading and listening to my thoughts, feelings and rants and in many ways relate to some of them.
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Quiet the Noise

It’s crowded in here.

The noise from the voices 

demanding to be heard never stop.

They keep ringing in my ears

like the bells at the end of a school day,

ushering tired children home

to a warm meal on a sunny afternoon. 

Instinctively, I want to write the names

of noisemakers like I did back in school

when the teacher always asked me to.

But here,

there’s no teacher,

there is no one to apprehend the culprits. 

It’s just me against them.

Against the narrative they sell to me about me. 

They say it is the naked truth,  

not out in the cold, 

but cold enough to send shivers down my spine.

They tell me no one loves me.

They tell me no one will come for me.

They say I will never be good enough.

They say I am alone. 

They just won’t stop!

But in the midst of it all,

something nudges me to listen.

To be still. 

And then I hear it.

I am with you always.

Even until the end of the world. 

I will never leave nor forsake you.

You are loved.

You are the apple of my eye.

I knew you before you were knit

together in your mother’s womb.

You are the head and not the tail. 

I hold you in the hollow of my hand.

A thousand shall fall on your side

and ten thousand on your right hand

but nothing will harm you.

You are blessed in the field,

blessed in the city,

blessed in your going out,

blessed in your coming in.

Do you believe?

I say, Yes!

I believe.

Then, quiet the noise.

Amplify the voice of the spirit. 

Stretch forth and hold on to the word of truth.

For it is both your comfort and weapon.

Allow for it to soothe your pain, 

but weld it to slash every 

lying beast from hell’s army.

For you are now a soldier of the Lord’s battalion. 

Armed with his armour,

the breastplate of righteousness, 

the helmet of salvation.

Stand therefore

for we do not wrestle against flesh and blood,

but against lies,

against fear,

against shame,

against rejection. 

But fear not,

for the Lord your God

has already won the battle.

For those who live in the shelter 

of the most high, 

will find rest

 in the shadow of the Almighty.

– Biyai

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