In the cradle of dreams, I was born first,
Yet shadows stretch long where my worth feels cursed.
A bright spark ignites when she walks in the room,
While I fade in the corners, wrapped tight in my gloom.
They sing her sweet praises, a chorus so loud,
I stand in the silence, unrecognized, bowed.
Her wishes are granted, a parade of delight,
While my own quiet yearnings drift out of their sight.
I'm not envious, no, it's a burden I bear,
To watch as they cherish her, breathless in air.
I'm tired of fighting, each day feels the same,
With struggles unyielding, I'm lost in this game.
My heart aches from labor, but what do I gain?
A cycle of hardship, of heartache, of pain.
She floats on the surface, unscathed by the tide,
While I wrestle with currents, my spirit denied.
Am I not worth the effort? The tears that I cry?
When I look in their eyes, all I see is goodbye.
I dream of a world where the scales might align,
But here I stand empty, my spirit confined.
If wishes could weave, I would shatter this fate,
In the silence of night, I lament and I hate.
I long for release from this life I endure,
As she basks in abundance, I seek to feel sure.
But I swallow my sorrow, for I'm still holding tight,
To the flicker of hope that my heart might ignite.
Yet each day I rise, wearied but bold,
Fighting for meaning in stories untold.
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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.
