The words escaping my lips are bubbles racing to the surface.
The more they come,
the further they reach,
increasing their insignificance.
I speak with such love,
such enthusiasm;
my hands moving about;
my eyes filled with lively passion.
Yet ears fall short.
They do not hear me,
and they do not listen.
That twinkle of joy fades.
Hands fall back into my lap.
The smile of pleasant conversation runs away to another.
Still;
No body notices a change.
As if I was never there.
Why am I there?
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Author:
Hannabal (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I will share that this scenario happens often to myself. I am with a group of people; friends and family alike. They are all talking, discussing, laughing, sharing. My social anxiety tends to hold me back from joining in. Though, I come across bursts of energy when a topic of personal interest presents itself. I start to speak, adding in my own thoughts or opinions, attempting to be involved. There are times where someone or perhaps a few people within the group decide to pay me attention. That only lasts a few moments before another steals them back. I try to keep talking and hopefully regain some interest in my words. Usually, this is not the case. I am often left ignored and forgotten, along with my words. But this does not mean I have nothing interesting or valid to say. I must try harder to have my voice heard. And when interrupted, I must not feel defeated. Or as if I am less than others who speak. I am not. I have just as much a right to speak as anyone else in the conversation, even in the room. If people do not want to acknowledge or accept that, that is their problem. Not mine. Because I should, no one should, feel as if what they share is worth nothing. My mind is worth much more than I believe. So is yours.
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Share your thoughts here, we will value them. Well expressed.
Finding this site has given me a place to better express myself and allowing me to share the thoughts and ideas that flow within my head. It always makes my day when someone enjoys what I have written. Thank you so much.
WOW, Reading this (and your author comment) made me feel as though I'd written it. Very well expressed and written.
Thank you so much. I am glad my words can reach others and show that there are people they can relate to.
And relate I did. ; )
Like! Yes I hear U... when I'm in these situations I just sit back, breathe and observe-- there's empowerment in just observing...
I hear you Hannabal. There are always a few who dominate every discussion, whether they are right or not, interesting or not. Life would be so much better if everybody would follow this: 1. listen, 2. think, 3. talk
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