Cowardice has always held me by the throat. So many words left unsaid, many sights left unseen. When I speak I'm unheard, and I can only feel the emptiness of my lungs as the air flees with whatever's left of my soul. The air quietly screams a symphony no one understands, despite its simpleness, because no one has ever bothered to. Unheard sounds and untouched souls.
I remember as a kid, no older than 6, I would spend hours thinking of ways to join in on my family's conversations. My experiments never were successful, and I never was a part of my family. I've tried. I think I've always wanted to be a part of something, in any way. Always wanted to be heard - This is my dream that I still carry today, and I'm ashamed by its simplicity and tenderness.
And If you asked me who I am, I wouldn't have an answer. I'm the puzzle that your sibling or loved one started but never finished. Pieces scattered around the Earth, never searched for, forever not found. Abandoned. But to give you a clearer answer, I'm what I ate in the morning. I'm the intensity of my fight with myself and parents when I woke up. I'm how I slept last night. I'm how overwhelmed I am by how underwhelming it all is.
I'll soon be hugged by mother earth, and her flowers will bloom with how pure my dreams were.
I remember as a kid, no older than 6, I would spend hours thinking of ways to join in on my family's conversations. My experiments never were successful, and I never was a part of my family. I've tried. I think I've always wanted to be a part of something, in any way. Always wanted to be heard - This is my dream that I still carry today, and I'm ashamed by its simplicity and tenderness.
And If you asked me who I am, I wouldn't have an answer. I'm the puzzle that your sibling or loved one started but never finished. Pieces scattered around the Earth, never searched for, forever not found. Abandoned. But to give you a clearer answer, I'm what I ate in the morning. I'm the intensity of my fight with myself and parents when I woke up. I'm how I slept last night. I'm how overwhelmed I am by how underwhelming it all is.
I'll soon be hugged by mother earth, and her flowers will bloom with how pure my dreams were.
