The Unseen Poet

03/23/2026

03/22/2026

A Rock Amongst Stars

A friend told me..
you cannot be nobody.
you are a whole universe.
you matter more
than you know.

But what do you call it
when a person exists
and still feels missing?

What do you call it
when a person breathes
and still feels buried?
When they speak
and hear their own voice
fall back like dirt
on a coffin?

I do not feel like a universe.
I feel like a tiny rock
in an endless one
surrounded by billions
of other rocks,
other planets,
other stars
that seem to have been born
knowing how to burn.

And I am here,
but “here” has never felt
like proof of anything.

People say everything matters.
They say every piece belongs.
But a rock can belong to a mountain
and still be stepped over.
It can exist for centuries
and never be seen
as anything more
than something in the way.

That is what nobody feels like.

Not empty. Not gone.
Just unnoticed for so long
you begin to fade in your own eyes.

So when they tell me
I am a universe, I wonder
if the cruelest part of being alive
is that something can be full of meaning
and still feel like nothing at all.

©️, 2026

01/25/2026

One Body, Many Lives

They say you only live once,
and in a way, that’s true
because we’re only on this earth one time.

But I don’t think we live just one life.

I think we live many,
all inside the same body.

The life I lived as a child
is not the life I lived as a teen.
The life I lived as a teen
is not the life I lived in my twenties,
or my thirties.

The life I lived when my grandma was here
is not the life I live now.
Her absence rewrote everything.

And the life I live now
will change again
when my mother leaves,
and again when my father goes.

Those lives... I’m not ready for.
I’m not brave enough to welcome them.
But they will come anyway.

Because that’s how the story works.

Life doesn’t ask permission
before turning the page.

So maybe “you only live once”
isn’t about how many lives we get,
but how many times
we find the courage
to keep living
after one version of us ends.

And maybe surviving
is just learning how to grieve
the life you had
while still showing up
for the one that remains.

©️, 2026

01/14/2026

The Quiet Question

Life is funny, not like hehe haha,
But in the way it plays out.
You could want to go to bed and not wake up,
While someone somewhere is dying,
But wanting to live.

Those who give are rich.
Those who take are poor.
Those who have little are happy,
While those who have everything want more.

Maybe life is asking
a quiet question:
If this were your last day,
Would you finally notice
That the life you wanted
Was the one
You were living all along?

©️, 2026