The desire to be seen–
The most basic human need?
We crave visibility,
Demand to be told we matter,
But are we?
We must be told we’re goddesses,
Would looking inside ourselves not tell us the same?
Are we not born with an innate sense of worth?
It isn’t enough to simply be seen, noticed, acknowledged
It has to be by the right person–
Such a choosy beggar
Woe is me
Forever doomed to dissatisfaction
Give me the keys to the kingdom and I will never again fear
I will forever know that I am infinite
“Remember my name”
“Mark my words”
“Watch me do me”
Are my attempts desperate?
Smart career moves?
Maybe just an invisibility complex.
Hate to be seen,
Angry when ignored,
Grasping at moonbeams
Aiming arrows at constellations
I bathe myself in the illusion
Waltz between blurred lines
Big hair, bright colors
Dark makeup, black and white wardrobe
Preening for selfies, hiding from paparazzi
Should I hide or take center stage?
Run away or run towards the spotlight?
The stage has been set and now it’s on me
Is it my job to step into the sun
Should I take my place backstage instead?
The script is locked
The roles are cast
Now, where do I belong?
I suppose I should know already, but I don’t
So I’ll try out some things
Belt out a solo
Bust out a dance routine
Try being the lead–
then try the role of the best friend
Trusting that eventually…
The director will tap me on the shoulder, hand me the script & say,
“This is the way,
walk in it”
Photo credit: Meredith Bird, Bryce Simon and Nathan/Michelle Lewis