UNTAMED THOUGHTS - POEMS OF LOVE, LOSS & LONGING

LOSS - THE CRY OF THE FORGOTTEN

         

          Cry of the Forgotten

It feels like I was born in darkness,
Like the stars turned their backs,
And no light could find me.
My birth wasn’t celebrated,
It felt as though demons crawled from the depths of hell,
Their hands heavy on me,
Cursing the life I barely had.

I grew from the ashes of nothing.
My feet, bare like broken wings,
Carried me through the dust,
Running three kilometers to school,
My stomach is as empty as the sky on a starless night.
I slept with hunger gnawing at my bones,
A silence that echoed my worthlessness.

Now, I stand, a woman,
But even the strongest trees crack in the storm.
Opportunities? They scatter like leaves in the wind,
No matter how fiercely I chase them.
I grasp, but they run away,
And I am left in the shadow,

Still feeling like nothing.
A mother now,
With a son who clings to my broken hands,
A fatherless boy, living in a shack,
Where dreams are crushed beneath the weight of reality.
I wonder if I am still nothing.

No matter how hard I work,
It’s like bleeding for a reward that never comes.
Three months of labor,
And all I’ve built is debt.
I wonder if I was always meant to fade,
To remain invisible in a world
That never gave me a chance.

Each morning, I rise like the sun,
But the light feels cold,
And I wonder if there’s a God out there,
One who has forgotten my name.
What sin have I committed
To be forsaken like this?
What type of sin cannot be forgiven, 
What sin can one commit from the day they were born? 

Or should I beg for mercy,
For a kindness that seems so far away?Life has hit me, again and again,
Like waves that drown without a second thought.
I’ve never had a chance to become someone,
To be more than the nothing I was born into.

Sometimes I just lie there,
As I watch everyone
become something, they say everyone was born to be something, 
Everyone was born with a gift, leaving me questioning if being nothing is also a gift, 
Then maybe it's mine, but can I embrace it like everyone embraces theirs, 

Accepting the truth:
From dust I came,
And to dust I will return.
From nothing I was born,
And with nothing, I will leave., for I am nothing,

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