Cry of the Human

You think you know who I am, But you do not know me as I really am.

There is so much more to me than you think:

Better and worse in different ways,

More complex and more obscure,

Erratic, inconsistent and often confused;

And yet: straightforward in my needs and desires.

So different to you - and yet the same.

Don't label and dismiss me.

Don't patronize me or pretend to care.

I crave your affection, yet despise its lack of authenticity.

Given to introspection, self-absorption,

Imposing on myself loneliness and isolation,

Alienating those that love me most,

with negligence or intent;

Christ is my only hope in life and death:

Though God slay me, yet shall I praise Him.

You think you know who I am;

You do not know me as I really am.

But then I shall know, just as I am fully known.

Gordon Cloke

Cry of the Human by Gordon Cloke is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.0 UK: England & Wales License.

Based on a work at www.gordoncloke.com.