Feeling left out

 

In the circle of chatter, where voices interlace,

My words fall silent, lost in the space.

At the table of laughter, where stories unfold,

I sit unnoticed, my thoughts left untold.

Like a ghost in the gathering, unseen and unheard,

My presence a whisper, a barely stirred word.

As jokes and anecdotes dance in the air,

My contributions vanish, dissolved in despair.

In this symphony of conversation, my voice has no place,

A melody unsung, lost in the race.

My thoughts, like petals, wither and fade,

Unnoticed and unpicked, in this social parade.

Oh, the sting of silence, the weight of neglect,

A heart full of yearning, a soul left bereft.

To be heard and acknowledged, a desire so deep,

Yet my words fall on deaf ears, as I silently weep.

But within this isolation, a strength will ignite,

A resilience of spirit, a beacon of light.

I'll rise from the shadows, my voice will resound,

No longer ignored, my presence profound.

For my worth is inherent, my voice has its place,

In the tapestry of stories, I'll leave my own trace.

With newfound confidence, my voice will take flight,

And the table will listen, bathed in its light.

So let them chatter and gossip, their voices a blur,

For my voice will emerge, clear and pure.

I'll speak of my passions, my dreams, and my fears,

And the table will listen, with hearts open and ears.

No longer invisible, no longer unheard,

My voice will be cherished, my words will be spurred.

I'll reclaim my place, in this circle so wide,

And the table will hear me, with love as my guide.