
Surrounded yet alone
Deafening talk all around
None directed at me
I wait, feeling tense, unsafe
Questioning if I am wanted
Easy to say all are welcome
Actions following through? Somehow harder
So I stand around, hoping and waiting
To feel seen, for my name to be used
Told people are unsure how to talk to me
How to 'approach' me
Why is it my task to open eyes?
What makes me unapproachable compared to others?
Where do I have left to go if not accepted here?
When you teach someone they aren't wanted
Do you expect them to be the first to speak?
There is an onus of kindness here
In this place above all
To live by the example you follow
Claim to follow ... Him
Yet abolish and ignore His words
Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me. (Matthew 25:40)
You ask yourself, WWJD?
Never WSID? (What Should I Do?)
You say all welcome, but don't talk to me
I won't 'infect' you if you do, I'm not contagious
You say I am included, but actions say otherwise
I won't pressure you to include me
You say I am missed, but I am invisible
I won't force you to see me
But there is a point, a point where
Your empty words will take their toll
I won't be there anymore ... but,
I'm still here, and
"My light shines bright"
About the Creator
Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience




Comments (2)
I feel the pain and truth in your words. You shouldn’t have to fight to be seen—being human should be enough. I’m really glad you shared this, and I hope someone truly sees your light soon.
Those who matter, will see you light, hold it, embrace it. 💕