She Would be Forgotten
- kn.
- Aug 9, 2017
- 2 min read
SHE would be forgotten.
one at midst competing with the 7 billion encompassing her.
it is as if she is a book; designed to have the ashy, hallow dust gather at the edge of her pages, solely owed to uselessness.
at first glance, she is coldly judged, not seeming to worth their time to understand, to decipher her as an individual.
unwillingly shoved to the back and hidden amongst all others with the similar basic appearance.
concealed by those with a louder voice, bolder presence who most gravitate towards.
she is begging to be WANTED, to have her story read aloud.
her hard, paper book copy is as simple as a light blue cloudy sky; as are her eyes when not being stung by her all too familiar tears.
the words are her own, every crossed t and dotted i were written during her times of need.
her need TO BE wanted and to be just enough for you.
yet no one has the curiosity to want to her, to dig deeper and uncover her for who she is.
not one has stayed around for the end of the book.
they read their own chapter and simply throw her writing where it was before; underneath, a minuscule paper book not meant to be seen but kept in the shadows.
her book has years of stress, anxiety, and disappointment coursing through the cursive font.
wearing down the once lively and pleasing representation to a dark opaque and easily forgotten story.
every letter pours out of her as if she was breathing the words flowing onto the pages as second hand nature.
just someone look at her!
learn her story by heart and take the time to unearth her deepest desires and secrets.
feeling as if she is brail, seen at first glance but never UNDERSTOOD and viewed as seemingly impossible.
unwanted and hurting, she is never looked at but needing to be recognized.
craving to be listened to and her voice to be expressed as vital.