No One Listened to Me - A poem

 

No one heard me... though I cried,
They just smiled and walked beside.
But never once looked in my eyes—
Where whole worlds burned, where dream-light lies.

They called my voice a foolish sound,
A leaf that falls and hits no ground.
“Be quiet, read, be just like them,”
They said, and shut the truth again.

They could not see the skies I drew—
Not painted blue, but endless too.
While they made homes of brick and fear,
I built my world from broken years.

They told me, “Stop. You dream too far.”
But how could I? I was the star.
They mocked the roads I dared to climb,
But never once asked, “Is he fine?”

I smiled through pain and held my fire,
Even when tired, even when dire.
Their words were stones, but I stayed still,
With bleeding hands, I climbed my hill.

Now… their sons work where I lead,
Their daughters plant the dreams I seed.
They clap, they cheer, they shake my hand,
But once, they wouldn’t let me stand.

Their pride is loud—but memory stays:
The nights I cried through silent days.
They said I’d break, but here I bloom—
While their own limits fill the room.

No one listened—but I knew,
That silent hearts still make it through.
The sky was waiting. I was late.
But now I walk through heaven’s gate.