I pass through a crowd
Keeping to myself,
Making no eye contact,
Holding my arms
Tightly at my sides,
I touch no one.
My mind tells me
I am insignificant.
No one notices if I’m present or absent.
You don’t look at me;
I don’t look at you.
I am invisible.
But you shatter the lie,
Seek me out,
Look me in the eye,
Confront me with the truth.
“You are not invisible!
I see you. I value you. I love you.”
“You are not invisible.
Therefore you are responsible
For what you see around you,
And what you allow others to see in you.”
My heart tells me I am significant,
Endowed with an instructed tongue
That knows the word that sustains the weary.
I am who I am, what I am, where I am,
For such a time as this.
