HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT
Hidden in a crowd, but so all alone
This sense of invisibility I've always known
No one here can see me, like I'm a ghost
Each passing day feels longer than most
I yearn for acceptance from my family tree
To have them look at me and really see me
Though it may be just a wishful dream
There's still a voice inside that longs to be seen
My voice screams out loud, yet still unheard
Maybe they'll see me once the veil is stirred
Everywhere I go this sense follows me around
Like I'm an intruder to these sacred grounds
But even when I'm down, I stand my ground
For within myself lies hope found
That one day, my presence will be revealed
And on that day all things shall be healed.
#invisible
© Quabena Reazon
Photo Credit: Mack Tennyson, Adventist Review Magazine
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