Invisible

Who am I?

I am not a stone in a river,

A grain of sand on the beach,

Or a single strand of hair on anyone head.

Not the wind that blows through autumn leaves,

A ripple on a still glass surface,

Or a whisper only heard by its announcer.

I can walk through a forest and hear nothing,

Not the sound of my steps, or the breaths I take.

Come upon this lake. See the ripples, hear the wind.

I look at the surface, a mirror, showing what is visible.

My face, not shown before me, not looking back.

I can walk through a busy city and watch.

For I cannot take part in the rush and noise.

Walk through this crowd. Voices heard, conversations spoken.

I do not speak; I do not make conversation.

Nothing said to me. Only observing the world around.

I can walk through a school and be no one.

Not popular nor outcast; idiot nor genius.

Walk through this hallway. Jokes exchanged, laughter had.

I go through, not being bumped into or waved hello to.

My existence unnoticed, unknown, not important.

I can go through life without recognition.

I cannot see the mark left by my existence.

Walk in these shoes. Know the ignorance, feel the pain.

I keep going, hoping for change, getting none.

The world continues to improve, however still, I remain,

Invisible.