Unseen, For Now
A poem by Moony Thinker
You don’t see me;
You don’t see me;
You don’t
See
Me
Do you…?
Of course you don’t
See
Me
Right here.
I’m invisible…
To you — to
everyone.
For now;
I am air which
Takes no shape
Or form;
Just something
There, but
You don’t see me.
You don’t see me…
Not yet; but,
One day —
You will
See
Me.
We go through life seeking to be seen, to be recognized by our communities. The list of reasons for being recognized is various and depends on each person’s unique sense of inadequacy.
I do the same, and at times I feel unrecognizable for anything extraordinary. These moments can feel defeating. However, keep hope by reminding yourself: I will be seen, someday; so I must never give up.
Be well, my friends.
— MT
Hey my friends!
I am starting another art project. This one is focusing on artists of all kinds where I interview them. I plan to make a series of these interviews and to call them collectively Dreaming While Awake. The point of these interviews is to better understand the artist’s focus, discipline methods, hopes, dreams, projects, and what they are moving towards.
For those interested, please reach out to me through one of my various connections shared in my LinkTree down below!
Thanks!
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