Unremarkable

Do not stare at the person behind the curtain!

She is a figment of your imagination, just a trick of the light.

These words are the ones I want to scream.

Shout them into the void and deposit them into an endless chasm.

Tendrils and coils of navy tipped in electric blue stand taller than my attitude.

Larger than my personality that I have had plenty of time developing.

But I myself am small.

Nothing special to my naked eye.

Not even to my glasses covered eyes can I find something spectacular.

A rose in a rose garden, a daffodil in the spring.

Things that are commonplace and run of the mill.

Round eyes of mahogany to scan the world out loud.

Bursts of colors and shapes fitting into a slot.

A puzzle piece to an unfinishable puzzle, the picture ever-changing, no end in sight.

Spectacular and awe-inspiring with wonderment at every level.

I stepped back and had to ask others.

To them, they painted me as something special

A piece of paltry art with no sense of finality

Evolving as a person and no set end goal.

My ability to express myself with words so true.

My need to give of myself when I myself is barely functioning.

The love I give that is not just romantic.

Philia- Familial where my friends and family know my dedication

Storge- when my heart bleeds for those unknown.

No relation to self yet, sending comfort and empathy in troves.

Agape- My view to a higher power. The knowledge I am not in this world captaining my own ship. Divinity receiving self awareness giving gratitude for things beyond human control.

Eros- that graze of heat that flushes chubby cheeks. Draws eyes to half-mast from the hypnotic pull of hedonistic endeavors.

How these things are seen in me and my reflections is acknowledged by me daily, multiple times a day.

How do I not see these supposedly remarkable traits that make me individual.

Indivisible from self where I’m my own ouroboros and the start and finish are same.

But they see the growth that extends past my tail caught in my teeth.

Yet a gentle wag, lazily waiting for time to re-center and incorporate into the normality

A green rose grown in the rose garden without genetic splicing and cross-pollinating.

A sweet daffodil blooming in Spring snows and permafrost layers.

Individual and certainly unique

A breath of uncommon, unremarkable apparitions with solid form and no excuse.

A person behind the curtain operating with things beyond self measure trying to hide from view

A rare gem with rarer build, multitudes of facets and nameless as the mortality we forget.

A tree ripe peach grown in the Mariana Trench.

A sea sprite cruising on the solar waves.

So rare and uncommon

I rarely exist.