Ridiculed by the shadows of my past,
Trapped in the web of my over active mind,
Paralyzed and humiliated by the anxieties of the world around me,
I feel judged, lonely, useless and restless.
Wishing for a cue that I am understood,
Hoping for ways to express my feelings and thoughts,
I feel like I can trudge no further,
As the weight of my body drags me down.
I feel the need for support but my spirit pushes me away,
Threatened by my differences and ignorance of society,
I want to dig a hole and hide forever,
Despairs found both in my past and will be future.
Perhaps this is a call for help,
Maybe a support group will hear my cries,
One can only hope as I have held on long enough,
I take one day at a time but I don’t feel so tough.
I may have said a thousand words,
But even if one is heard
My life can take a better turn
And give me hope for a new beginning.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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