Food for the Soul: Poems

Unheard Soul

I'm fainthearted.

Just like everybody else.

I don't even know how to show my feelings.

I can't even tell if these scars are healing.

I'm afraid.

Too afraid of uncertainties.

I don't even know why I let things be.

I can't even scream the thoughts in me.

I'm doomed.

Just like how you read me.

I don't even care if I look hopeless.

I can't even dare to say 'No, you're fearless!'

I'm broken.

Too shattered and too impaired.

I don't even know why I'm still breathing.

I can't even express all the voice within.

Am I the only ill-fated soul bewitched in this arduous journey?

Keep going. Keep moving.

Further pushing myself.

Still wishing, still hoping that a glimpse of peace of mind be grant to my pleading marrow...