Not Invisible.

Sometimes it isn’t the spotlight we crave,

but the quiet hand that tells us,

you are here, you exist, you matter.

We wander rooms filled with voices,

yet feel like shadows drifting past

the corners of other people’s eyes.

This is not weakness—

it is the pulse of being human,

the tender wish to be seen

before we vanish into silence.

But when we dare to face the mirror,

to embrace the reflection fully,

something loosens—

fear begins to unclench its fists,

and we discover a freedom

that no gaze outside can ever give.