Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dust floating in the air that can only be seen when a shaft of light hits it.
-- Sonya Sones
When they talk to us
are we only used for ears
for them to share and to fuss
to express their hopes and fears.
And when they look in our direction
do they see what we know we are
or is it only their interpretation
missing our true self by far.
So many times while we are talking
words change meaning in their head
and that silly truth is almost mocking
for they are hearing their minds instead.
We may be mistaken for our reputation
or some gossips are painting our portrait
and not that we deserve a standing ovation
but what they may see in us isn't really great.
So how visible are we to others, indeed
while we even see only our own small part
but then who wants to be an easy book to read
with our deepest secrets kept invisible in our heart.
© 2022 Val Karas