I’m not sure why I’m into rhyming poems so much these days. But nevertheless I was trying to express some conflicts of self-worth I’m currently having… (ignore the potential cliched themes that may have found their way into this also haha)
is my soul.
When I’m struck with this realization
that I’m all alone.
That by myself I am weak
uncultured, unwanted, undeniably bleak.
Thus there grows a hole where the emptiness fills
and tempts me to wander the solitary hills.
For if nobody cares, where do I go?
If I left the conversation, no one would know.
If I wept and cried, the tears would only fall
No pail would catch them, no one would call.
is my soul?
It aches of desires I’ve labeled unknown.
Ambitious fantasies and troubled intones
that emerge from my mind, my mouth, my whole.
It becomes a distraction from reality,
when really distractions would be setting me free
from the swelling lie I’m telling myself.
For it’s simply not true. Just because I am alone
does not mean I am unwanted.
It doesn’t mean I don’t belong.
It doesn’t mean I should be lonely.
I suck in a breath and burn it away.
I’m not going to belittle myself today.
The number of people that surrounds you on this earth
define your worth.