To many,
I sometimes feel
like I barely
exist.
They want
more
and more
and even more
from me
but they often
give
nothing
in return.
I feel like
a God
to them--
Not because
I am important,
nor am I powerful,
but because,
I am only sought
when needed.
To few,
I often feel
alive
around them.
They give
and give,
their time
and attention
to make me
feel
belong.
Around them
I feel
like a human,
for I am sought
when I am
quiet.
HBY,
5.34am,
23 April 2020.
A post-birthday musing
while under quarantine.
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Overflowing
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
