The Unseen

I choke on words I never thought I'd speak,

My mind a prison, my soul too weak,

To share the thoughts that make me bleak,

And leave me feeling incomplete.

I scribble down my deepest fears,

My doubts and worries, and all my tears,

And though I know it may take years,

I hope someone will lend their ears.

I wonder if it's pity I seek,

Or if my words will make them weak,

And if they'll find the strength to speak,

And let their own voices reach their peak.

I write with no pride, no ego to feed,

Just a desperate wish to be freed,

From the thoughts that make me bleed,

And the pain that I cannot concede.

But maybe, just maybe, my words will be seen,

By someone who knows what it means,

To feel the weight of the unseen,

And find the courage to come clean.

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♡ Authors words:

Nothing from me today! Have a lovely day or night! Stay safe! ♡

#PromptForMay24

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