Oh, if you could have seen my face
when I read the words on that page
Such an expression of disbelief!
How could a woman with a light so bright–
how could she ever feel unseen?
Scratching my temples and trying so hard
to break it down–to contemplate
a world in which a soul as shiny-beautiful as yours
could ever slip through the proverbial cracks…
How could a whole day go by
with you out and about in it
without you having seen at least one
head that you have turned?
Surely you need constant shade
to block the incessant glare,
to shield you from the stares…
surely you’re (at least a little bit) aware?
Maybe it will just take some time
to really see yourself again.
Maybe it’s just around the next few bends,
a few more bumps on this windy road
for you to really-really see:
a light as bright as yours is simply
incapable of invisibility.
leah ruthe chatterjee