I want to enjoy life—
that's what I tell myself
as I watch the days drift past,
each one heavy as a stone,
dragging me deeper into the dark.
I smile, I try,
but joy is a ghost,
slipping through my fingers
no matter how tightly I hold on.
They say life is meant to be lived,
but it feels like I'm waiting
for something I can't name,
something that never arrives.
The sun shines,
but it never warms me.
Laughter echoes,
but I can't reach it.
I'm here,
but I feel like a shadow
in a world that moves without me.
I want to enjoy life,
but it slips by like water,
rushing through my hands,
leaving me cold and empty.
I watch others dance in the light,
while I sink deeper
into the quiet of my own mind,
wondering if I'll ever feel the way they do—
wondering if it's even possible.
I want to enjoy life,
but sometimes I think
it's not meant for me.
Like I'm just passing through,
waiting for something to change,
while everything stays the same.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
