I am asked why I write
to someone that might
as well be no one
and perhaps
perhaps
Part of me wishes there was
just one
who didn’t have to ask me
that at all
Because they already know
What it is like to mean nothing
for so very long
What is it to be invisible
to not matter or belong
Why the scales weigh heavy
with the hopes this might exist
A person that sees you, reads you, and
loves what they uncover in the mist
Maybe it is fatal
and a hopeless endeavor
Maybe I should accept
there is nothing in me to discover
Well then, I guess
I write to blank space
the universe and its galaxies
So that my words dance among the
stars, spin upon Saturn’s rings,
and bounce back to sparkle within realities
To come back to me
in an embrace so tight
it brings in the beaming light of day
and fulfilling love in the night
Returning in full circle
because I am understanding every line
and loving the author
For her story, her courage, and yes, her rhyme
-Les’Nspired
