I, unseen
I wonder how many unsuspected,
blank expressions
I have filled;
in the background of a memory
held dear to a stranger
that I never gave my assent to.
A stranger alone I have traveled in glee
so please don't project some shameful pity,
you may pass along and make judgement
for I am not one who staggers in my delicate substance.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world