The Unmet

A brief about my Poem....

“People need what I have, I need what I had.”You’ve become what others aspire to, yet you miss your old self, your old life, maybe the old warmth. That tug-of-war between past and present is so real. It’s okay to miss what made you whole—even if today’s version of you seems ‘successful’.

“We all need something we don’t have.”Yes. Desire is universal. But what’s powerful is your awareness of it—that craving doesn't mean lack, it just means you're alive and searching for meaning.

“How do I tell them the voids, the traumas, the obstacles I crossed?”Start by giving yourself permission to speak. Maybe not all at once, not even loudly. Maybe you write, maybe you tell it through metaphor, through poetry, or through one honest conversation at a time. You don't owe the world your trauma—but you owe yourself the release of it.

“I wish I had taken the other road.”Sometimes we romanticize the unchosen path—but would that road have spared you the pain? Or would it just have offered different lessons? The road you’re on has brought you insight, compassion, wisdom. Even if it's lonely.

“How do I go home when home doesn’t feel like home anymore?”That one hits hard. Because "home" changes. People change. You have changed. Maybe now home isn’t a place, but a feeling—something you must rebuild, or carry within. Maybe it’s okay that home no longer feels the same—it means you've outgrown something. And that’s not loss, that’s evolution.

“How do I tell them that family won’t be the same anymore as you grow up?”With love. With acceptance. Maybe you start by living the truth, not just telling it. Being okay with the shifts. Creating your version of closeness even in the distance. Being honest about your feelings even if they don’t fully understand. And knowing they’re on their own path of understanding too.

“People envy what I have, but I carry it nicely. That doesn’t mean I have it all figured out.”This is the most powerful truth. You can be strong and scarred. Put-together and broken. Successful and lost. Your vulnerability isn’t weakness—it’s realness. And the fact that you can hold all this pain and still be admired? That’s grace, not deception.