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The Weight of Being Unseen #sadpoetry #prayer #freeverse

This feeling, so heavy it bends my breath, sits on my chest like a silent storm no one else can hear. I feel less human here, less than the voice I carry, less than the space I take, like I am fading in a place I once called home. Home… yet it does not hold me. Walls stand, But warmth is missing. The treatment, so sour, like biting into raw lemons, sharp, stinging, lingering long after the moment has passed. Every word, every glance, cuts quietly, not enough to be seen, but enough to be felt deep within. Oh God, Where are You? In this noise of silence, in this crowd where I stand alone, Do you hear me? I feel left out, like a shadow misplaced, like the black sheep in a field that refuses to know me. I try, I wake, I breathe, I endure, holding onto hope like a fragile thread that could break at any moment. Life grows heavier each day, Yet I carry it still, because somewhere in me a whisper refuses to die: Maybe tomorrow will be kinder. Oh God, If you are listening, Find me here, in this...
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The Weight of Being Unseen #sadpoetry #prayer #freeverse

This feeling,
so heavy it bends my breath,
sits on my chest like a silent storm
no one else can hear.

I feel less human here,
less than the voice I carry,
less than the space I take,
like I am fading
in a place I once called home.

Home…
yet it does not hold me.
Walls stand,
But warmth is missing.

The treatment,
so sour,
like biting into raw lemons,
sharp, stinging,
lingering long after the moment has passed.

Every word, every glance,
cuts quietly,
not enough to be seen,
but enough to be felt
deep within.

Oh God,
Where are You?
In this noise of silence,
in this crowd where I stand alone,
Do you hear me?

I feel left out,
like a shadow misplaced,
like the black sheep
in a field that refuses to know me.

I try,
I wake, I breathe, I endure,
holding onto hope
like a fragile thread
that could break at any moment.

Life grows heavier each day,
Yet I carry it still,
because somewhere in me
a whisper refuses to die:

Maybe tomorrow will be kinder.

Oh God,
If you are listening,
Find me here,
in this quiet ache,
in this unseen place.

Because even in my breaking,
I am still hoping
to be found. πŸ™


© 2026 Gloria Penelope

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