I wanted to be comforted
when I was hurt...
Not only when you wished to.
I wanted a little appreciation
for the little triumphs in life,
for which I endeavoured so much...
Not negligence.
I wanted to be reminded that it's okay to make mistakes
when I was already trapped in guilt...
Not criticism.
I wanted a little support
when I was drowning in thoughts...
Not to be told to adjust.
I wanted to be heard
when my thoughts were eating me up...
Not ignored.
I wanted to be understood
when I was angry...
Not judged.
But that's okay...
I comfort myself.
I appreciate myself.
I remind myself.
I support myself.
I hear myself.
I understand myself.
But deep down,
my heart aches.
Why wasn't I comforted the way I deserved?
Why wasn't I appreciated for what I achieved?
Why wasn't I forgiven, but criticized?
Why wasn't I heard?
Why was I misunderstood?
But these things were never in my hands...
So it's okay,
even if it's not.
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Author:
Antra Sharma (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Maybe I will die with these unanswered questions in my mind...
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Comments2
This seems a poem of it is what it is. So many times that things are not what one wants but one has no choice in the matter. Well written
Yes thank you, keep reading!
You are most welcome Antra
I've struggled forgiving those who refuse to forgive, and struggled more forgiving those who refused to be forgiven
I wrote a poem about that. Isn't that what we do,? Those of us who write.
In the end we can only forgive ourselves, for our sins, for our failures, but most of all for our dreams.
Yea that's true
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