Words Unspoken

It feels awkward to give my all, And still be the one who takes the fall. To show up with a heart so wide, But feel like I’m left outside... It’s awkward being the one who feels, In a world that hides and never heals. To speak my truth, soft and deep, And get a silence that cuts me cheap... I hear your pain, I try, I stay, But you brush me off like I’m in the way. You say, “You won’t get it, you never do,” But I was only showing up for you... I pour my love into every part, But no one sees what’s in my heart. It’s awkward when they walk right through, As if my feelings never grew... It’s awkward pushing past the pain, Pretending sunshine in the rain. While slowly I forget my name, And play a role in someone’s game... It’s awkward when your mood is low, But you just expect me to know. And if I miss the silent cue, You say it’s me who never knew... Being sensitive isn’t weak, It’s just that I feel when others speak. But when they choose not to explain, It leaves me with this quiet pain.....

  Life's full of surprises, it's true, you see, Gives unexpected gifts, just wait and be free. Family like friends, they're there, never apart, But craving for more, a whole, loving heart. We strive and we fight, in someone's world we roam, But when they depart, we feel so alone. No more dictating struggles or yearn for a sign, That those meant to be  will be here, yours and mine. Through life's twists and turns, in joy and in strife, We'll cherish the ones who bring meaning to life. Surprises may come, like a twirl or a whirl, But true, loyal hearts, they're our precious pearl. So, let's celebrate life's unpredictable grace, With friends who'll stand by us, in every embrace. In this journey, we share, under the sun or moon's shine, Those meant to be with us will be here for all time. By Monira Rahman