See the world through cabin crew eyes

by Kübra

There’s so much I long to write,

If only I had the gift of grace,

The art to turn my ache into poetry,

Without being judged,

Without the weight of shame,

To be understood,

Why is that the hardest thing of all?

I whisper, “I’m done, I’m drained,”

Yet here I stand,

Not done, not gone, not broken,

Just another wound,

In the long war of living,

I am strong,

Stronger than I want to be,

What did I expect from anyone?

I can’t even say I gathered the wrong people,

I gathered no one at all,

Human nature,

A selfish force by design,

And I?

Always at war with it,

But what’s the point?

Don’t place your worth in anyone,

But then,

What is the point of living?

My heart hurts, deeply,

But what does “truly” mean to others?

Truly!

I’m tired,

Truly!

I want to be,

Utterly,

Completely

Alone,

So tell me,

What is the value of this life?

Where is the meaning,

I keep searching for?

Kubra Turcan

💬 Have you ever felt this way? If you’re reading this, you’re not alone. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments or message me. Let’s talk without judgment, without shame.