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Unseen

A narrative poem

By Willow Rakiah Creager Published 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
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Photo by Etienne Boulanger on Unsplash

Can you see me?

Did you see what I wore

To the store

Saturday morn?

Just a jumper and a tee.

But why were you watching me?

.

I hear your whispers,

Though you're feeling discreet.

When the light of dawn

Fills my lawn,

I hear your birdies call.

Do not speak of me.

.

To envy the unenviable

In hopes to be un-seeable...

If you could see

Inside my mind,

And how it wrecks me

Every time,

To be this piece of

Public domain,

That sorrowfully refuses to die...

.

Such catharsis,

I'd never believe,

Could leave me

Completely,

Finally,

Freely,

Unseen.

But what I wouldn't give

For a peaceful night,

Without this miserable plight.

.

When the light of dawn,

Touches my lawn,

And I hear your birdies call,

It's a daily reminder

That this dandelion seed,

Will never truly be home.

.

So avert your eyes

When you see me in the store,

This coming Saturday morn.

No matter what I wear,

Please leave me unseen.

Peacefully,

Rightfully,

Freely,

Unseen.

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