Fading from the Workflow

I used to move with meaning, every day had its place,

Now the things that kept me steady get handed off without a trace.

Feels like I’m disappearing in the spaces I once filled,

Like the world keeps spinning forward and I’m standing still.

I know I’m more than what I do, but lately it’s hard to see,

When the roles I used to carry slip away so easily.

I’m losing purpose in the quiet,

Tasks fading from my hands,

Trying not to take it personal,

But I barely understand.

If I’m not the one they needed,

Then who am I supposed to be?

Fighting through the feeling

That the world has no use for me.

I keep waking up exhausted from the weight inside my chest,

Trying to convince myself I’m worthy even when I’m not at my best.

Everyone says “take it easy,” but rest feels like defeat,

When I’m stuck inside the silence where my confidence retreats.

Maybe purpose isn’t something that they give or take away,

Maybe I’m allowed to crumble while I figure out my way.

Maybe healing starts with knowing I’m still valuable when I break,

And the worth I keep forgetting isn’t theirs alone to make.

I’m losing purpose in the quiet,

But I’m learning I’m still here,

Even when the world stops asking

For the things I once held near.

I’m not useless—I’m rebuilding,

Piece by piece, eventually.

Trying to find the version

Of myself I’m meant to be.