Poetry

Is there anyone

Advertisements

Out there who can see me

Who can feel me

Who can understand me as the words fly from my mouth.

From my fingers to the keyboard and I don’t know what I’m holding out for again.

Maybe I thought I had arrived but there is no one around to greet me again.

Will, it ever change for me, or will I keep being unseen forever.

Some days I’m okay with not being seen and other days I just wish one person could stop and see me for who I truly am.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes