Hello, it's me, it's always been me.💕

Friendship

Hello, it's me, it's always been me.

I wear my heart like a map in the dark,
Tracing the lines of a hidden terrain,
Waiting for someone to notice the spark
Or decipher the rhythm behind all the rain.

 

I speak in the dialect only I know,
A language of echoes and half-finished tides,
Tracing the currents that pull me below
To the quietest place where the mystery hides.

 

I lay out the pieces, the sharp and the clear,
The jagged edges of all that I feel,
But you hold up a mirror that distorts what is near,
And mistake the reflection for something more real.

 

Why is the bridge always narrow and steep?
Why does the meaning get lost in the air?
I am a forest, both tangled and deep,
And you stand at the edge, but you never go there.

 

It isn’t a wall that I’ve built out of spite,
It’s simply the burden of being this way—
To hold all the sun, yet exist in the night,
And never find words that can make someone stay.

 

So I retreat to the pulse in my wrist,
To the silence that listens, the only friend true,
Lost in the beautiful, terrifying mist,
Waiting for someone to see me—not through.

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  • sorenbarrett

    I hear the anguish of being unseen. hidden in dark and mist. How does one make oneself seen? With a different dialect to communicate a different voice. Well written I feel it

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Nice rhyme and a great last 4 lines.

  • NinjaGirl

    So beautiful
    Even when they don't see, don't hear...scream until your truth is made known.

    • Friendship

      Thank you, my friend.🌹

    • orchidee

      Good write F.



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