When the universe makes you feel unheard, it’s like screaming into a void that never echoes back. Do you know what it’s like to exist—really exist—and yet never be seen or heard? To have dreams burning inside you, but feel powerless to finish them? To watch your passions slip through your fingers because the world, or maybe the universe itself, seems to have turned its back on you?
Low self-esteem creeps in, quiet but relentless. Where does it come from? Maybe it’s easy to blame others, but deep down, I know it’s my own battle. It’s no one’s fault but my own.
How do you go forward when your passion and desires have faded to nothing? When all the things you once loved feel distant, abandoned, thrown away, because that’s how the universe made you feel: disposable.
What is one to do? How can anyone be heard again when they feel lost in a universe that doesn’t seem to want them? I’m tired of trying to fit in where I don’t belong. Maybe it’s time to get ready to go home soon—wherever “home” is supposed to be.
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Great write
Thank you, Tony36, for your kind words,
So hard to stand alone against the waves and try to hold back the tide. Harder still when hope and dreams like sand washed out from under ones feet leave one adrift. When caught in an undertow and taken far from shore to swim against the current and see the land of dreams can not be reached as strength fails. Yet never give up swim out of the current and one never knows when a boat may give a helping hand. A poem of despair and lost hope of loss and yet the darkest hour is just before the dawn they say. Courage is measured by the adversity it faces
Sorenbarret, thank you so much for your comment.
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