Sometimes I get lost. Up against the same relentless struggles and it feels there is no recourse. Identi-clone traits under each hostile face, but for you. Just a look, just a smile, and if for just a while I am found, then lose you in the crowd.
To the girl who smiled at me today and gave me hope that not everyone’s a ****
To the person who smiled at me today and gave me hope that not everyone’s ignorant
Smile at a stranger, it could mean more than you realise
How is this train delayed!? Seriously!
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What’s on your mind?
I'm guilty of falling victim to self-censorship. Often what I end up saying is so far removed from what I feel.
Is what I'm feeling too personal to be shared? Will the words be misconstrued to paint me as non-inclusive or prejudice? If I make it too vague will it seem meaningless? Is it even worth saying anything at all?
The above poem/word-art are the fictional re-drafts of a facebook status resulting from a smile from a stranger on a train. Ideally stylised with all but the last line having the text struck-through though this formatting isn't an option on HelloPoetry unfortunately