#stillsearching - Hello Poetry

Still searching, still, still... I know, I do know its here, but just cant find it. It's in my hands, it should be, but, but still, I cant see... It's just me, and no one else knows. I deserve it, I need it, still, still, still searching... I am scared... Scared ...

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Sep 7, 2025

Sep 7, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC

soul-3

Still Searching

Still searching, still, still... I know, I do know its here, but just cant find it. It's in my hands, it should be, but, but still, I cant see... It's just me, and no one else knows. I deserve it, I need it, still, still, still searching... I am scared... Scared ...

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dying to know how you were stolen from the light of day.

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Apr 17, 2014

Apr 17, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC

april-dawn

I Am Still

dying to know how you were stolen from the light of day.

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I. Borrowed Purpose There were moments when another life stood trembling at the edge. You could hear it in the cracks between their words, in the silence that followed them like a shadow. And somehow in those moments I became certain. Certain of things I could never believe about myself. I could speak hope like it was iron truth. I could place steady ground beneath shaking feet. I could say you matter with a voice so firm the darkness hesitated. Strange thing is— I could rescue someone else from drowning while my own lungs were still learning how to breathe. I could light fires in another person’s night while standing in the cold of my own. For them I had answers. For myself only questions. But when someone stood too close to the edge something inside me stopped asking why I existed. Because in that moment my life had weight. Not because I was healed. Not because I was whole. But because my hands were steady enough to keep someone else from letting go. And for a moment in someone else’s storm my existence finally made sense. ⸻ II. The Light You Didn’t See You probably never realised what you were doing. To you it was just another moment of standing beside someone who was close to breaking. You spoke quietly, like the words were ordinary. Like reminding someone they mattered was the simplest thing in the world. But where I stood nothing felt simple. The ground had already started moving. The dark had already grown loud. Every thought was pulling me closer to the edge. And then there was you. You didn’t try to fix me. You didn’t pretend everything was fine. You just stayed there long enough for the noise in my head to lose its power. You spoke about my life like it still had meaning. Like it was something worth holding on to. And for the first time in a while I believed it. You probably thought you were just being present. Just another conversation. Just another night. But sometimes the smallest light is the one that keeps someone alive. Maybe you walked away still wondering if your life mattered. Still asking yourself what your existence was for. But if you ever question that again remember this: On a night when everything inside me was telling me to disappear— you were the reason I stayed.

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 4:20 PM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

Two Sides of the Same Night

I. Borrowed Purpose There were moments when another life stood trembling at the edge. You could hear it in the cracks between their words, in the silence that followed them like a shadow. And somehow in those moments I became certain. Certain of things I could never believe about myself. I could speak hope like it was iron truth. I could place steady ground beneath shaking feet. I could say you matter with a voice so firm the darkness hesitated. Strange thing is— I could rescue someone else from drowning while my own lungs were still learning how to breathe. I could light fires in another person’s night while standing in the cold of my own. For them I had answers. For myself only questions. But when someone stood too close to the edge something inside me stopped asking why I existed. Because in that moment my life had weight. Not because I was healed. Not because I was whole. But because my hands were steady enough to keep someone else from letting go. And for a moment in someone else’s storm my existence finally made sense. ⸻ II. The Light You Didn’t See You probably never realised what you were doing. To you it was just another moment of standing beside someone who was close to breaking. You spoke quietly, like the words were ordinary. Like reminding someone they mattered was the simplest thing in the world. But where I stood nothing felt simple. The ground had already started moving. The dark had already grown loud. Every thought was pulling me closer to the edge. And then there was you. You didn’t try to fix me. You didn’t pretend everything was fine. You just stayed there long enough for the noise in my head to lose its power. You spoke about my life like it still had meaning. Like it was something worth holding on to. And for the first time in a while I believed it. You probably thought you were just being present. Just another conversation. Just another night. But sometimes the smallest light is the one that keeps someone alive. Maybe you walked away still wondering if your life mattered. Still asking yourself what your existence was for. But if you ever question that again remember this: On a night when everything inside me was telling me to disappear— you were the reason I stayed.

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