Peter Atherton Poet Free verse

You Are Not a Lost Cause

There are nights you fold into yourself
because the world feels too heavy
and your own name feels like a burden.

Nights when you stare at the ceiling
and wonder how a heart can keep beating
when it’s this tired.

You think no one sees you.
You think no one hears the quiet ways
you’re asking for help.
But I do.
I hear every unspoken plea
in the way you hold your breath
and pretend you’re fine.

You are not a lost cause.
You are a bruised soul
still trying to stand
after life has knocked you down
more times than you admit.

And that fight in you —
that tiny, trembling spark
that refuses to die —
that is proof
you’re still worth saving.

One day, you’ll look back
at the version of you
who begged the universe for mercy
and you’ll realise
they were never broken beyond repair.
They were just waiting
for someone to remind them
they mattered.

You matter.
You always did.
You always will.

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