Monday, September 27, 2010

Invisible Me

Is it so much to ask, to just be able to know without a doubt in my mind that I'm worth it?
It seems to be a constant repetitious occurrence.
Always hiding in the shadows of someone else's greatness.
Second rate.
Third wheel.
Never more than a passing glance.
What if those are the ones who are worth it?
So much to offer and yet no one to receive.
Instead they are drained of their beauty and life seems to fade out of their eyes.
Confidence is ludicrous.
Next to those bright shining stars you are a spec of dust in the wind.
What a fabulous way of life.
Never really knowing who you truly are.
What you are.....
Or where you belong.
What a passing existence.
The morning light is a heavy burden, filled with contingency.
It would be so much easier to just pull the covers back over your side and just roll over.
Life won't stop because you want to disappear.
No one's eyes contain as much sagacity.
Those eyes may go day to day without being noticed, but they are watching the world.
Maybe, just maybe, it's not so bad to be alone.
There is much wisdom gained in arduous endeavors.
Such is the life of the
Invisible me.

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