It meant the world to me,
I thought it meant the world to you.
It seems like I was wrong
That I did not belong
I guess such is my fate.
Looking for a place,
Searching for my tribe.
Never finding either
But always getting by.
It becomes easier,
That's what I tell myself.
Next time will be different,
Won't harm my mental health.
Don't dream, the elders tell me
Just settle for your lot.
But that is not my way,
I do not want to rot.
I think what kills me more
Than any sting of disdain
Is finding those who dare to dream
And watching them stop again.
I will not live in that fear.
I will cherish what I hold dear.
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Christopher O'Sullivan
Poet, filmaker. Please feel free to check out my you tube channel https://youtube.com/@diofyproductions?si=eQKCpdk1asRf1G-g to see what sort of fun shorts i'm making.
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Comments (2)
Is finding those who dare to dream And watching them stop again. These lines were extremely heartbreaking! Such a poignant poem!
I really love the hope in this piece, the resilience.