Invisible but
Feel Pride in who you are.
After thirty days shut up and hide
You feel like you can love openly
Show your Pride in not judging
Whom you love is beautiful
For thirty days
The flags and ticker tape parades
Give a voice to the invisible
A Silent minority for thirty days
But in the sea of rainbow bliss,
I still feel invisible
The rainbow forgot me
The parade is not for me
My love is not at the parade
Not recognized in my life
My family and friends don’t know
The real me is invisible
For 330 more days
And even then I remain invisible
About the Creator
Alex Diakonis
I’m a paranormal investigator, staffing specialist, and artist. This mix makes for an excellent story teller but chaotic home life. The written word is one of many paint brushes I use ,outside of, you know, actual paint brushes.
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Runaway train
When David opened his eyes, he felt like there was cotton balls behind his lids; they were dry and scratchy. He had hangovers before and he was used to the unbelievable dehydration, immediate confusion and headache that felt like one thousand tiny creatures burrowing out of his skull. This was worse than that. What he was not used to however, was waking in a place he didn’t recognize.
By Alex Diakonis2 years ago in Fiction
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