What is the price
of being embraced by others
if the embrace demands
the quiet burial of my own voice?
Belonging that asks me
to erase myself
is not belonging at all—
it is a cage
where love turns hollow
and freedom cannot breathe.
True belonging begins
where I no longer apologize
for the shape of my soul,
where my voice rises unbroken
and my presence is not a threat
but a truth honored in full.
To belong is not to vanish—
it is to stand whole
and still be welcomed.
-
Author:
G.Cabús (
Offline) - Published: August 16th, 2025 20:06
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 10
- Users favorite of this poem: Demar Desu, Priya Tomar
Offline)
Comments3
Unfortunately tribalism doesn’t work this way
Being oneself and proud of it is an important aspect of today's society. Nicely written
Thank you. Yes, being oneself has a cost sometimes, but it is the only way to breathe freely. I appreciate your kind words.
You are most welcome
We have to be who we are and be proud of that in order to face and communicate in today's society, enjoyed the read
Grateful for your words. Staying true to who we are is indeed the only way to truly connect and communicate. Glad the poem resonated with you.
You are very welcome
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.