Do You See Me Now?

In a realm where shadows dance with the light,

Where dreams take flight in the darkest of night,

There lived a soul, unseen, unheard,

A lonely whisper in a world absurd.

Do you see me now? the spirit would plea,

Lost in the tapestry of humanity,

Yearning for connection, a touch of grace,

Longing to be seen in this desolate place.

The writer, a weaver of tales untold,

With words like threads of silver and gold,

Caught a glimpse of the invisible one,

A hidden presence beneath the setting sun.

With pen in hand, the writer began,

To craft a narrative, a symphony grand,

Breathing life into the forgotten soul,

Weaving emotions, making them whole.

In the tapestry of words, the spirit arose,

A kaleidoscope of feelings, like a wild rose,

With each stroke of the pen, a heart would beat,

A melody of longing, bittersweet.

Do you see me now? the spirit cried,

As the writer's ink danced and sighed,

In the tapestry of literature's embrace,

The invisible found solace and grace.

The pages turned, revealing a world anew,

A tapestry of stories, both old and true,

From the depths of despair to the heights of love,

The writer's words descended like a dove.

In every line, a tear would fall,

A laughter echoed through the paper wall,

The reader, entranced, would feel the ache,

The spirit's yearning, the writer's sake.

Do you see me now? the spirit asked,

As the reader's heart within it basked,

For in the realm of words, connections bloom,

And the invisible finds a place to bloom.

In the final act, the spirit found release,

A catharsis in the words that brought it peace,

No longer unseen, no longer alone,

Its presence etched into the reader's bone.

Do you see me now? the spirit whispered,

As the last page turned and the tale was delivered,

In the echoes of the writer's pen,

The invisible found a voice again.

And so, dear reader, as you close this tome,

Remember the spirits that long to be known,

In the realm of literature, they come alive,

Do you see them now? Will you let them thrive?