“I am begging: let me be lonely but not invisible” Natalie Diaz
I am used to lonely
Its what I do
What I have always done
Quiet time, my own music
My own books
My own voices
speaking in
hushed tones
I have been invisible too
Entered a room
No acknowledgement
I have been overlooked
Shied away from
Ignored
I have been the misfit
The last chosen for volleyball
The one forgotten at birthdays
But these days
I am seen
Noticed
By a lovely man
Who knows my heart
I am neither lonely
or invisible
The sound of “I Love You”
Opens my soul
It keeps me sane
It keeps my voices in check
So let me be lonely or invisible
Let me be the last chosen
and my birthday ignored
But just let me be loved
As I am today
Aw, how sweet. What a lucky man 🙂
I love how soft and gentle this is, also love how I can personally relate to it <3
Beautiful poem, Cindy Albers. Thank you!
Oh, this is an important poem to share in the world. Especially the first 26 lines! You describe what my sister has tried to describe to me of her comfort and preference for being alone, which, as a cheery extrovert, I could not believe that she could be as happy as I am. But you have put it into words that I can understand.