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Asha Caesar Poem
It’s so hopeless.
I try so hard to be strong, because I know the people around me need somebody to be.
But how much stronger can I be when I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Peace is like a foreign concept to me.
I’ve had fleeting moments of happiness, but without fail, are always followed by a storm of pain and suffering.
When does it end?
When do I get to cry on someone's shoulder?
When will someone notice my pain without having to tell them?
Hopelessness doesn’t even describe what I am feeling.
I wake up in excruciating pain every morning and yet it goes unrecognized.
You can’t see my pain.
Most of the time I can’t decide if it’s real or fake.
But it’s there.
What I wouldn’t give for someone to acknowledge my presence.
Acknowledge a statement I made or a simple good morning back.
Yet, without fail, my words flow through the earth like a wandering ghost, never
to be seen or heard from again.
So, tell me, if I am to be a ghost while alive...
What would happen if I were to truly fade away?
Copyright © Asha Caesar | Year Posted 2022
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