I Ask, I Seek,

I Knock~~~

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Just now

Some nights, I feel the world
pressing its ear to the door
of the forgotten,
as if it hears a faint tapping
but cannot decide whether it is worth the trouble
of opening the door.

So many of us
stand in darkened corners,
breathing carefully,
as though every breath must be earned.
We linger in the shadows cast by others.

We are here,
but so often unseen.

Some arrive with their souls
still trembling from the long journeys…
crossing borders of dust and hunger,
stepping off buses,
crossing rivers,
into a land that promises more
than it is willing to give.

They come with pockets of hope
and hands open,
offering honest labor,
but it is not enough
when your skin speaks
a language the powerful refuse to hear.