Unseen
Alexus Hatton 1996 (Indianapolis)
I don't feel seen and I don't feel viewed
Unsure of who I'm becoming, I need my mind renewed
So many changes are happening and I can't see them too
All I know is that it's all faster, but my feet are glued
I'm glued in pain, stuck standing still
I'm ready for change I want goodwill
I'm not where I planned but then again where did I plan ?
Somewhere down the line it all went wrong so where do I stand ?
I can't see me the way I need to see
I can't be who they want me to be
Why do I feel do disappointed?
Why do I feel discontent?
A good time is so inviting but pain doesn't ask for consent
Why Me? Why poor me?
Have I done something wrong?
I never meant to hurt nobody
I just feel alone when I want to feel accepted, like I belong
Yes, I have family but what about when family is gone ?
What about friends? Or where they really friends all along?
It's like I'm a magnet to pain
Connected to doubt
I need help
I have to find an out
I need a new beginning
I'm tired of sad endings
Why is hurt always trending ?
I'm ready for a new feeling
A refreshing
Like a freshly bloomed flower
Bloomed with love and power
Charged by the Sun
Blessed with raindrops onto the flower pot
I'll grow until I can't no more
My petals and flowers will soar and soar
I'll reach my fullest potential
I'll be so substantial
I'll have a strong mantle
It won't be nothing I can't handle
I'll be so brave
I'll know how to behave
I'll be so saved and bloom with grace
These are all things that I dream
Found somewhere in the Unseen
About this poem
Actually, this just came to me due to a series of events all happening at once.
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Written on August 10, 2023
Submitted by mitchellmichelle63 on August 10, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,543 |
Words | 343 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 43 |
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