Date Published: October 16, 2023
Time Published: 12:10 PM
Category: Poetry
Subject: The struggles of an academic achiever
And who am I without my achievements?
What would be my name—
If I am not covered with high grades,
If my neck isn't full of awards,
And if my hand isn't heavy with certificates.
Is pursuing for the lighthouse of hope truly futile?
Am I really bound to be forgotten,
With my queries yet to be quelled?
I am lost in this vast forest of hope,
Limbs torn, what am I really trying to achieve?
Drowning in the rain of lonely hours.
Every minute feels like a ticking bomb,
The voices in my head are screaming,
Yearning to be set free, to be heard,
Yet held captive, silenced by the absurd.
In shadows cast by hearts concealed,
Lies unsaid thoughts, wounds unrevealed.
Aching souls, fragile and broken.
I will wait until my mind won't have to live like this,
But in the back of my mind, I pondered: "Will that time even come?"
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