Title: Equilibrium Lost

 

Title: Equilibrium Lost
I am paid in silence
to listen—
ears like wide, cracked windows
letting every gust of someone else’s storm
howl straight through. I have mastered the half-life of being heard:
my sentences snipped mid-breath,
left dangling like cut kite strings
tangling in the wind of another’s hurry. Balance?
It slipped away years ago,
a tightrope walker who forgot the net—
I pour myself out in rivers,
and the riverbed stays bone-dry. Unnoticed,
I drift through rooms like smoke
no one bothers to fan away—
my voice a faint perfume
that fades before it reaches the nose. Abused by the casual blade of indifference—
each ignored word a small, precise cut,
each averted eye a fresh bruise blooming
beneath the skin of my worth. They weigh me in glances
and find me feather-light,
a sparrow mistaken for dust,
a shout mistaken for whisper,
severe underestimation carved
into the marrow of every day.Yet all this weight—
these iron cloaks of worthlessness—
could fall in one clean motion. Tell your ego to scoot over.
Shove aside that swollen throne
and make room—
one narrow, trembling space
where my voice can stand upright,
unbent,
unapologetic. Just one real, unguarded listen—
not the polite pantomime,
not the impatient drum of fingers—
but the rare, electric hush
when someone finally
hears.So tell your ego to move.
Slide over.
Make room.
There is space enough
for two hearts
to beat
in rhythm
again.