I stand outside looking in
I am invisible to my blood
Acknowledged occasionally
A pest returning under the table
A tornado siren blaring
Obtrusive and important
Disregarded. Irrelevant.
I do not fit into other’s busy lives
I, too, am busy but in a difficult way.
I desire creation of love
But accept morsels of neglect
Reminders that my youthful wisdom
Was braver than my adult spirit
Is this what you really feel?
(She,her, hers) Be the change you wish to see in the world.—Gandhi Sent from my iPhone
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