The World and I

Leah

I blame the world for all my troubles and insecurities,

As I lay here struggling to find sleep

I want the world to see me, and acknowledge my pain,

And for a moment it seems I am the centre of it all,

So I close my mind and try to envision the world.

I see myself from my bed, then from my room,

Then my house, then my village,

I get anxious as the world widens

From city, to parish, to country.

I can no longer see myself

Which is when I realize

I  am really  just a spec of dust in the desert.

 

  • Author: Leah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 17th, 2022 21:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Himanshi

    nice

  • L. B. Mek

    think yourself as dirt and find yourself cultivating a house from dirt..
    think yourself a jewel and find yourself cultivating a house from jewels..
    (it is easy to consider ourselves powerless in the face of billions
    but better, I feel
    to consider how many lives we impact directly and indirectly
    only then
    can we gauge, just how meaningful our lives can become or already is...)
    thanks for sharing, well written

    • Leah

      I'm glad you enjoyed it. Your comment was also quite inspirational. Thank you!



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