Romans & histoires Emily Dickinson Poem I Am Nobody

I was just a nobody, a mere speck of dust in the grand scheme of things. The thought stung, but I knew it was true. I had always been the disposable one, the one who could be easily forgotten or overlooked. So I sat there, frozen in my despair, waiting for whatever fate had in store for me. I knew it wouldn't be good, but I had long given up hoping for anything better. The weight of those words; words I had grown up with settled heavy on my heart. I truly believed that I wasn't worthy of being searched for, of being rescued, of being loved. I was a nobody, a zero, a waste of space.

I didn't want to be nobody. I was so tired of being nobody.

Flattered by their words, Vivian’s ego swelled like a balloon. “You wench, get on your knees and say ‘I’m a worthless poser, and I’m sorry.’ Maybe then I’ll consider letting you off the hook.”

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

I was not supposed to make myself a laughing stock ahead of any men and the frivolous thing I ever did I stumbled on one. especially to that man who considered me nothing. I know nothing can be a precise word if you have to describe someone, but how a living creature inhaling oxygen every day be considered nothing? the world can never be considered seldom and any woman with sanity in her mind is the heart of the world who can never be considered frivolity. I know the world can't be described in a sentence, my life or anybody's life can never be described in a sentence. he asked me who am I?

Why would anyone want me? Why would anyone want me? I am poor and stupid, and pregnant for a man who doesn't love me? Why would anyone want me? I am ugly, I am full of fat, nobody wants me. I am despicable. I am full of shit. I am beyond repair. I am disposable. I am.. "Lyra," I felt arms grip my shoulders, they were rough against my skin, the grip was harder on the fingertips which exposed how strong this person was. "Lyra, look at me".

«Where are you? When I need you the most. I'm tired, tired of wishing. I'm sick of hoping, tired of dreaming. I'm nobody, I'm dying, fading, and leaving. No one is for me; I'm by myself People promise to be there, But they all leave. I need your warmth I need you, want you, miss you But I know... All are lies, illusions, Fantasy, and Fake. I'm nobody.» ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Nadazhda was jerked from her thoughts by the cold water pouring on her. The cold water seeping into her opened wound made her lips tremble in pain.

Emily retorted, still trembling. “Even if you do, do you think she'll just hand over her power? You're counting your chickens before they hatch. How foolish!" Emily tried to imitate Amelia’s cold confidence, brushing off Eve and her group as insignificant. But the aura wasn't there. Her voice still quivered. Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. Her mind flooded with painful memories, being cornered, bullied, feeling powerless. The fear wrapped around her like chains.

Val had sneered one morning while I scrubbed the breakfast dishes. “You’re the kind of girl alphas use once and throw away. Weak. Unshifted. Nobody.” I closed my eyes. The rejection mark on my neck throbbed in response. I was still nobody. Even here. Even in cashmere that cost more than I’d earned in my entire life. A soft knock pulled me out of it. “It’s me,” Amara called from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?” I quickly pulled on the sage-green cardigan over the sweater, buttoning it halfway.