Like a crescent flower blooming in the distance

I stand alone, unnoticed

Fearing the idea of rejection

Hoping for attention and affection

Here I stand

Like the stranded man in the desert

Dehydrated and dissolute

Hoping for a waterfall or river

But only to receive mirages and illusions of reality

Why can’t I be a rose

Strong and elegant

Surround by a sea of beauty

Or even a rainbow

In the bright blue skies

Happy, joyous and free

Why can’t that be me?

Why not, why not, why not?

Why can’t it be me?

Who says it can’t?

That person is only me.

I can do what I want

I can be what I want

And invisible it shall not be