You think I don’t see you.
But I do.
You are not invisible like
these scars still red
from the blade.

I see you and the
portrait face you put on,
even for me.

I see you in all your
jaggedness.
I see your beauty in
the roughness that sits
at the edges, but is
tucked away.

You know I see you
and you like the denial,
for you put your goodness
away in the freezer
to be thawed on
another lonely day.

I see you, even if others
do not, I see you in all
that is there-the darkness,
shade and light.

 

23/6/2024