Unseen child

Overshadowed by the love that everyone else receives.

Why can’t you see all of my dreams?

Am I perceiving what is real? Or just embracing how it all feels...

Screaming into the night sky but the sound is muffled by your concerns for the other child.

And that child. And that child. Not me.

Hopelessly wandering, aimless- a ghost of a shadow of a girl unheard.

It’s as if I’m made of glass.

And you only see the real me when I have shattered.

Abandoned not once but twice.

And then I left with a prayer of your love.

Anger pulsing along my veins-

Coursing through this maddening mess.

Cloaked by the series of my convictions to gain your affection.

And then you found me.

But where have I gone?

Have I become a desert wanderer?

Walking amongst the dust and tumbleweeds and a promise of life giving rain-

It’s insane.

To be lost and then found and then a wisp of myself once more.

Wondering what will become of this soul.

Is my pain beauty?

Has it woven my fibers to create a tortured yet tragically breathtaking tapestry?

Or am I pieces of fabric flapping in the wind...