My friends say,
"Your voice matters.
Someone needs to hear this.
Keep writing."
They heart my poems
then scroll past
to a woman in beige
telling the world to
Choose Joy,
a sunrise
with a "blessed" caption,
ten words
beneath an AI image
of heaven.
I write something
that whimpers
and bleeds.
They send a thumbs-up
and a quote
about
what doesn't kill you.
I keep writing.
My words go out
and come back
unheard.
Years from now,
my friends will gather
at my celebration of life,
say how much
they admired my work,
how much
my words meant.
And someone
will scroll back
through my poems,
looking for a place
to leave
a little heart.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I’m just a human trying to make it in this world. I write about heartbreak, loneliness, longing, anger, family—all the things I can’t seem to leave alone. Everything I write is about me, even when it’s about someone else.
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