Threadbare meaning

A Poem by Lena

I wake up each morning with silence inside, 
A kind of hush that coffee can’t stir. 
They say there’s a reason, a path, some design-
But all I see is sky that never answers.

I do what I’m told, keep my head down low,
Marking the days like lines on the wall. 
What if we’re just echoes in someone else’s room, 
Breathing for no reason at all?

The stars don’t speak, the sun just burns, 
The clock ticks on, too numb to learn. 
I write in the margins of notebooks and time,
Hoping to trace out a purpose in rhyme.

Sometimes I think it’s all just a test, 
Other times I think I’m a mess.
 But still I wake up, brush teeth, tie shoes
Searching in habits for some kind of truth.

I smile when I’m told, laugh when it fits,
 Carry the weight that never quite shifts. 
If life has a reason, it hides it too well,
 Tucked in the silence I know all too well.

Maybe I’ll find it, The purpose so real 
That I’ll never ever wish to disappear,
 That I’ll never question what life is about, 
That I’ll just enjoy what makes me alive.

© 2025 Lena

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Cer

This poem is so hauntingly real and the way it captures the anxiousness we all feel at somepoint in our life is so spot on. Questioning life and ourselves is the most human thing I've ever seen and I love this poem. Kudos!