Was I neva Enough......

[Glimmer]

And every day, the wind seemed to ask,
"Was I not enough? Did the stars stop shining?"
Was my heart too open, too gentle,
For a love that slipped away into the dark?

The doors never really shut—just left half-open,
A silent promise, a hurt that never healed.
Alone, I try to piece together broken stars,
Hoping to find answers hiding in plain sight.

Each breath feels like a quiet scream,
Each memory stings but still has light.
Was it my fault, or just bad timing?
A love never spoken, now only silence remains.

 

[Nemo]

And every day, the wind seemed to ask,
"Was I not enough? Did the stars stop shining?"
Was my heart too open, too gentle,
For a love that slipped away into the dark?

The doors never really shut—just left half-open,
A silent promise, a hurt that never healed.
Alone, I try to piece together broken stars,
Hoping to find answers hiding in plain sight.

Each breath feels like a quiet scream,
Each memory stings but still has light.
Was it my fault, or just bad timing?
A love never spoken, now only silence remains.

So beautiful, and elegantly written. I battle with those very same thoughts every second of the day

 

[URum]

Well written

 

[Anshhi]

And every day, the wind seemed to ask,
"Was I not enough? Did the stars stop shining?"
Was my heart too open, too gentle,
For a love that slipped away into the dark?

The doors never really shut—just left half-open,
A silent promise, a hurt that never healed.
Alone, I try to piece together broken stars,
Hoping to find answers hiding in plain sight.

Each breath feels like a quiet scream,
Each memory stings but still has light.
Was it my fault, or just bad timing?
A love never spoken, now only silence remains.

This poem is a beautiful and poignant expression of heartache and longing. The imagery and metaphors used evoke a sense of vulnerability and introspection. The themes of self-doubt, unrequited love, and the struggle to heal are deeply relatable.

The language is evocative, and the emotions conveyed are raw and honest. The poem invites the reader to reflect on the complexities of love and loss.
*A_AICS