~Esther Mitchell, 2012~
It’s so easy to be transparent,
To become completely see-through,
And fade into the background.
It’s so effortless,
This glide into obscurity,
This free-fall into anonymity.
It’s never hard to cease to matter,
To fade from memory and thought,
And become that spectre passing on the breeze.
Words without a voice,
Thoughts no one ever heard,
A shade in the midnight spaces of the world.
This is my lot in life,
To be seen only when benefits another,
A fact not to be pitied or denied,
A simple truth I’ve at last accepted,
As my last lonely tears I’ve cried.