Echoes Of Poetry

Lost Among the Crowd

In the crowded sea of faces, where morning's light appears,
A sense of isolation, in solitude, I find my fears.
Surrounded by the masses, yet feeling so alone,
My heart yearns for attention, a place it can call home.

I long to be a priority, a cherished soul, held dear,
But alas, I'm just an afterthought, my presence unclear.
My feelings tucked away, pushed aside, unseen,
Weary of the battles fought, the wounds still keen.

I know you cannot comprehend the depths of my despair,
The ache within my chest, the burden that I bear.
I'm aware of being used, a pawn within this game,
But powerless to alter the rules, trapped in silent shame.

Oh, how I wish to set aside these feelings, let them fade,
To release the weight upon my heart, the chains that have been laid.
But in this battle with my own desires, I've lost the fight,
Bound by the choices I have made, a prisoner of the night.

Yet, within the darkness, a flicker of hope remains,
A whisper in the wind, a chance to break these chains.
I must gather strength, find solace deep within,
Rediscover self-worth, let the healing process begin.

For even though I'm lost amidst the struggles of my heart,
There lies a world of possibilities, a brand-new start.
I'll learn to love myself, make peace with all I've known,
And in that self-acceptance, find a place I can call my own.

So, though I may not be your priority, it's time I prioritize me,
To heal the wounds, regain my strength, and set my spirit free.
For battles lost within the heart may lead to newfound grace,
And through this journey of self-discovery, I'll find my rightful place.

~~~kereninkwell