Unseen

Can you see me? Does anyone see me? I’m standing right here, in plain sight. What do I need to do to be noticed, acknowledged? It’s not like I’m a small drab person. I’m tall and have red hair. Who doesn’t notice a red head? I feel invisible, unwanted. That’s not true, I am desired by those who are unavailable, the married, or spoken for. Oh yes and you, the comedian, immature, lonely and broken. Excuse me ma’am do you not see me waiting here? the line starts behind me. What the hell? I must be invisible. That’s it right?

No, that’s not it. People are selfish, self centered. They only see what they want to see. What they need when they need it. You are brilliant, shimmering with love. You are not meant to be seen by all. You are special and you will be seen by those who deserve to see you, love you, need you in their life. Like a butterfly in its cocoon, you will emerge into the sunlight and take flight at the wonder and amazement of those who over looked you.