I smile in rooms where I'm barely seen,
A whisper behind every louder scene.
The friend they remember when no one's around,
A voice they reach for when theirs makes no sound.
I give them my heart like a gentle song,
They hum for a moment, then move along.
I reach with love, they take what they need,
And leave me to wrestle with roots of a seed.
I'm the second choice, the almost-there,
The ‘maybe later, ' the cross to bear.
I love too loud in a world that's numb,
I wait for a welcome that never comes.
But maybe… just maybe…
It's time I stop knocking on half-opened doors,
And start keeping the love that I give to be yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A meaningful well expressed poem. Very touching and inspiring.