Applause of Tomorrow - Poem
I sometimes feel unheard. After my seizures and being isolated from electronics, light and noise for many months and the slow and ongoing return to normal I feel like I’m my future self looking back at me now and appreciateing the journey. So I wrote a poem about that feeling.
Applause of Tomorrow
In the hushed auditorium of the present, I stand amidst the shadows, a lone crescent. No applause graces my current stage, Yet in the silence, a promise engages.
The world, perhaps, is yet to see, The version of me I’m destined to be. Noticed now by only a patient few, In the cocoon of anonymity, I accrue.
The applause of tomorrow echoes afar, A symphony awaiting its guiding star. The seeds of effort planted today, In the future, will bloom in a grand display.
Quiet steps on an unnoticed path, In the mosaic of time, a prelude to aftermath. The world may not yet hear my song, But the melody within continues strong.
Applause withheld in this muted hour, Yet I persist, gathering strength and power. For the spotlight may delay its gleam, But the applause of tomorrow is a vibrant dream.
In the tapestry of time, patience is a thread, Woven into the journey where dreams are bred. So, applaud the future me, yet unseen, For in this moment’s quiet, resilience convenes.
A silent ovation in the wings I find, A promise that resonates in the heart and mind. For the applause of tomorrow, a distant cheer, Is the echo of the steps taken here.
