who sees me?
Anonymity cloaks me when reality exposes all the pain of existence.
A voyeur hiding behind dark glasses.. always observing ,judging, witnessing
Seeking something unfathomable, but never finding the reveal…
Go forward…clean sweep, new start, born again,
Always afraid of being discovered but more afraid of being forgotten…
With no back story to support or crush my withering spirit.
Any veiled inference can suffice… but never expand..
Anonymous we go into a crowded lift, bodies touching,
percolated coffee breath ,eyes seeking recognition, naked …
We come out, undone, defrocked, identified.
There is loneliness in anonymity.
An impenetrable shield, like a gladiatorial weapon fielding thrusting blows.
But we are each in our own way hidden heroes.
An inconspicuous, heroic act that is done with the love of mankind being its only objective
and never for eminence.
Still looking, searching for the missing meaning,
I can see, be seen but no one sees me…
To then give up the quest- as a job unfinished and open my heart
The shield dropped, I turned around …and God has instead found me.
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Hi Cherie, sometimes we can spend so long looking for Him that we forget that His way is not necessarily our way...love your comments and your 'spot on' analysis..as always !! Thank you so much
Lodigiana x
Hi Charlotte..Oh my goodness you have totally understood absolutely everything I was trying to express and have expressed it yourself with such clarity.....THANK YOU! It's such a good feeling to know that the message/image/feeling we are attempting to put into words becomes transcribed as we want it to be..although I have no problem with a write being interpreted from the readers perspective which might be different from the writers but no less valid...you however..have read my mind!! Thank you my friend x
Lodigiana