It matters. It really matters. It matters that my words don’t matter to those who matter. I may be able to shrug it off when I am abruptly told that my words are not a food that my loved ones care to taste much less digest; but my heart and soul are put into my words; to have them ignored hurts. It is why I believe that I, as a person, don’t matter. It is why I get excited when a stranger is moved by my words. My value as a person hinges on my words.
All that said, how can I impose passion on anyone. A forced admiration is no more encouraging than being ignored.
I believe most of my words will stay wrapped up in their cocoon until the day I stop breathing. Maybe then and only them will they be heard and loved. Maybe only then will they fly.
(Written June 17, 2023)
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