To the Unseen
The most terrible loneliness,
Is not staring into solitude’s face,
But the ache of being misunderstood,
silence in the heart’s deepest space.
In a room full of voices,
A smile like a mask we wear,
Words spoken in their turn,
Yet inside, a soul left bare.
There is a yearning to be known,
Beyond the surface, desired esteem,
For the raw, unspoken truth,
To find connection, to be seen.
To be misunderstood is to shout,
In a tongue the world can’t hear,
Seeking recognition, a bond,
In a sea of faces left unclear.
Should I change, I wonder,
To fit their mold, their view?
Yet even in that conformity,
Loneliness remains true.
Yet I see in solitude’s face,
that there is strength in holding fast,
To the essence of who I am,
Invisible, yet steadfast.
For to be understood is to find,
A connection, deep can be found there,
Where eyes meet, and hearts align,
Truth in genuine acceptance is rare.
You also, must hold fast to your truth,
Though unseen, it still burns bright,
Maintain your fire for those who truly see,
Those in solitude, celebrate your might.
In the depths of lonely nights,
Your essence remains true,
A beacon waiting to be found,
By hearts that beat like you.
WoPoLi 
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