A Difference That Really Matters - Poem

This past Friday night, while walking to the synagogue to pray, I had a very special idea for a poem about a young man who is about to go to sleep for the night and while trying to think of nice, calm and relaxing thoughts to help ease him in to his dreams, he begins to wonder quite unexpectedly, whether his existence on this earth even matters to someone. He becomes slightly sad and upset, pondering this question in his head until he finds an answer.

While this concept came from me, I personally believe that the premise of the poem is thanks to a very good of mine who once showed me a video about self-esteem and self-image. I really liked it and found it very beautiful. As the concept for this poem began formulating in my head, my friends video came to mind and so I decided to base this poem of that video. 

I now present you this poem, which I sincerely hope you will enjoy.

Oh and PS. This poem was written earlier in the week and after some additional thoughts going through my head, I felt as though I could improve the flow of sequences and make the poem more honest and truthful. I was really happy with the new result. This difference I made to the poem REALLY MATTERED (get it? hahaha)

Yitzy Schweitzer

A Difference That Really Matters - Poem
Lying in my bed,
Thinking about the person I am,
Is it really worth being myself?
Do I really matter?
Do I make a difference to the world?

In the grand scheme of the universe,
I am just one speck of dust,
And adding one speck of dust to a full pile of dust,
Won't really change anything,
So, do I really matter?
Do I make a difference to the world?

I reach out for my phone,
The power is off, the screen is blank,
As I am about to switch the phone back on,
I stare at my screen,
And I freeze.

When my phones power is off,
And I am looking right at it,
I see my face being reflected back to me,
Standing out, on a backdrop of darkness,
Does this mean I matter?
Does this mean I make a difference to the world?

In the darkness with my phone powered off,
The plain chrome light that cannot see,
Is bouncing off my face towards my screen, reflecting me on it,
Looking at my reflection, I wonder,
If this means I matter?
And if I make a difference to the world?

I come to a conclusion,
Yes, I do matter!
I really do make a difference to the world!
Because if I didn't, than I wouldn't have noticed,
My face reflecting on my phone!

I put my device away again, I rest my head on my pillow,
And I smile.
"Buddy" I tell myself, finally believing in what I'm saying,
"Yes, YOU really do matter!
You really DO make a difference to the world!"