Whispers of Worth

– A Poem for the Unseen Ones

There are days when you walk through the world and feel like a ghost with skin.

You speak, but no one listens.

You create, but no one sees.

You reach, but no one reaches back.

This poem — Whispers of Worth — was born from that space.

A space I know all too well.

A quiet ache I’ve carried in my chest on nights when even the stars looked away.

It’s a piece for those of us who have spent our lives at the margins of rooms,

Not because we had nothing to say,

But because the world was too loud to hear us.

In writing this, I didn’t aim for grandeur or metaphorical acrobatics.

I wrote to survive — to remind myself that even silence has a pulse,

That even overlooked hearts have rhythms worth hearing.

This poem is not defiance. It’s not a shout.

It is a whisper.

But it is my whisper.

And in this world, where noise is easy and truth is rare,

A whisper that rings true is worth more than a million echoes of nothing.

You might read these verses and recognize yourself in them.

You might find, tucked between the stanzas, the soft places in you that have long gone unattended.

That is my gift to you — and yours to me.

Because when a poem finds the right heart, it begins to breathe.

If you’ve ever felt like you’re just passing through — like your worth depends on someone else’s gaze —

I want you to know:

You are not alone.

And your worth is not conditional.

The world may overlook you.

the But poetry never will.

Not mine.

Let this be your proof that even in the quietest places, the soul sings.

Let this be your mirror.

Let this be your whisper of worth.

With tenderness,

Al Konda

The Mythical Poet

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