Rhona Mcferran Poet Free verse

Fear of Disappearing

The older I get
the more I feel it
the slow and
constant fading
vibrant colors graying
my orbit decaying
spark of life dimmed

So I talk a little louder
a little too much
to underscore my words
never quite reassured
that I am still heard

And I draw my face
a little dramatically
eyes lined too dark
lipstick too bright
to calm the fear
that I am fading from view
invisible to you

And though I hardly feel it
I must trust that

I am not disappearing

I am still relevant

I am still here

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 7, 2018 at 6:41 AM Brilliant piece Rhona. xomo Rhona Mcferran September 7, 2018 at 9:30 PM Thank you!!!

Daniel Turner July 25, 2018 at 6:14 PM Yes, Rhona. I hear you loud and clear. I once wrote a poem entitled, "The Forgotten" about getting old. This is a splendid write even though it is a bit sad. Rhona Mcferran July 26, 2018 at 8:41 PM Thanks for the kind words!

Caren Krutsinger July 25, 2018 at 4:05 PM "never quite reassured that I am still heard" - this never came to the forefront of my mind at all until the last six years, and now it lingers there. Rhona Mcferran July 26, 2018 at 8:48 PM I know what you mean, once the 'seed of doubt' is sown... I thought I started writing this as a poem about an elderly friend of mine, and lo and behold- I discovered I was describing myself! *sheepish grin*