A poem born out of the frustration of being undervalued. Those close to us very rarely see us as we truly are. They witness only their own preconceptions of what they think we should be - father, mother, brother, sister - and the role that each title should bestow on us. Sometimes it would be as well to put a cardboard cutout in the kitchen, standing at the sink, then go off on a holiday for a week. They probably wouldn't even notice. Good one.
David.
Oh Norma I feel this way many times too, it gets so easy to be lost in a world where everyone is me me me... sometimes you have to stand up to be recognized, just know I see you and proudly call you friend.
Norma- straitlaced emotion projected with a steady consistency unbroken .. unbound, expressing
without glare, one can feel the intentions written to height- describing what it means to be heard-
to be felt- to rise above- to have a name and be recognized- and above all to be true to self- there is
the vibrancies and effort put forth, a great release- in form a substance, powerfully done,
your work has a way of flowing strait to the heart of the reader, thanks for sharing.
I feel this way so often. You've put to words exactly how it feels. Sometimes, it's a desperate feeling, other times it's lonely ... but it's never a good place to be.
as a mother of two teenagers who can mute the sound where I am concerned; I have this feeling often. lol. However, sometimes life leaves us feeling so helpless and unheard as well; that I think this speaks volumes in generalities as well as specifically to each person's life.
I am a 57 year old, happily married, mother of 4, who have blessed me with 12 grandchildren. I find a lot of my inspiration comes from my grandchildren. who can provide an endless supply of things to .. more..