Special Delivery: A Special Part of Me

I told myself I would keep my poetry that I began writing to myself. See its been years since I have stood on a stage allowing the words to slowly escape my slips on the roller coaster of perfect timing, tone, and just deliverance for a precise presentation. My love has welcomed me back with open arms and its been nice ever since.


Although I said I wouldn't share, I think this one may resonate with people. Here it is, so enjoy!

Unnoticed

Here, I sit

In a room full of people

Yet, I go unnoticed.

Everyone engrossed in what they are doing at the moment

Not a care about what pain is occurring somewhere in the world

No thought that someone, somewhere just took their last breath.

It is the absence of consciousness that allows me to sit here

And go unnoticed.

Face full of sadness

Eyes drenched with despair

I receive glances, but these glances remain empty mimicking glances given to a stranger passed on the street.

Everyone is engrossed in their current engagement

Present only in the moment in hand.

Here, I sit

Present in the Yesterday's, Earlier's, and Tomorrow's

Sitting waiting in the moment

But my spirit elsewhere.

My body sits here

My eyes drenched with the neglect of love, heart beating to the slow drum beat of sorrow

My head swirling over the resounding disappointment on the brink of defeat.

I sit unnoticed

In a open space surrounded by others

Yet, my body sits here unnoticed.

My spirit dancing with hope in the Yesterday's and Tomorrow's

Earlier's no longer exist in spirit

Only they still reside in my body.

The remnants of Earlier's in my eyes sullen with a dream deferred

My body and mind waging a tug of war for my spirit to return to Reality.

Have you seen Reality?

Have you been there lately?

Because my spirit

Ever present in the Yesterday's and Tomorrow's feels at home

Always dancing to the music

Laughing at every joke

Skipping, instead of walking.

Does Reality allow your spirit to roam free in its Kingdom?

Here, I sit

Forgetting the Yesterday's, Earlier's, and Tomorrow's.

Here, I sit

In the midst of Others engaged in the current moment

Unconscious of every thing happening in the world where news reporters dare not venture.

Here, I sit

In this God forsaking Reality that wanted Me to be present for it

Gone unnoticed.

Tears streaming down my face

Running trails where my make-up once was

As if my tears that had fallen into my lap like raindrops intended to follow that trail back into my eyes once I had finished going unnoticed in a room full of Others.

Here, I sit

In the Present moment called Reality

Gone Unnoticed.

I guess no one missed me, my spirit. 

Yet, Here I am, Now...

Unnoticed.