Invisible
What if this the most important message I have ever received?
Floating somewhere in the air I breathe?
Caught between Heaven and my free will?
How much would it take to ignore it?
I could stop writing.
Leave my office, run away into my fantasies.
Read a book, eat some lunch, watch T.V.
I have done it successfully before.
How easy it is to turn away from the sound.
Your voice is easily muted then forgotten.
I am inadequate, distracted, unfinished.
I am as invisible as the sound of your words.
It is so easy to be invisible.
No risk, no failure, no mistakes,
Perfection only I can see.
Why are you invisible?
Why are you whispering to me?
You are making yourself visible.
I can hear you and I do not like it.
I do not want it.
Your words remain a mystery.
Given only to me.
Why do I hear you, while others do not?
No one believes me when I try to report.
Of all the things I have learned about you
Your character, form, and function,
I both least and most understand the invisibility.
Standing out in the crowd got you crucified.
So why should I step out?
Make myself known as your scribe?
Can listening to you be taught?
Where are you when I hear your words?
You see, I want to touch you.
See your face, hold your hand.
Talk to you while you tell me your plan.
You exist in my faith, but I hear your call.
And wonder why?
Copyright © Mary Kate Marozas | Year Posted 2021
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