The Unseen
They are those who walk in this world.
For they have never owned functioning transportation.
You see them waiting for a bus or walking alone.
No one to pick them up or to even care about the blisters on their feet.
But in their solace, there are others too who know of their plight.
For they have walked the same path and felt the same pain.
The loneliness & deep sorrow that is etched upon their skin.
Plant flowers along the pathways to encourage them to walk on and never give up.
"Believe in yourself and keep going they say."
The beautiful flowers and trees we pass every day.
We never even notice their beauty and fragrance.
Yet they bloom and grow, in a never-ending cycle of death & rebirth.
The unseen in this world, discarded and unimportant.
They move silently in the spaces between houses & down alleyways.
How wrong we really are to not notice or even care...
May we love the unlovable...
May we notice, care & help those who cannot help themselves!!
Copyright © Kathryn Tsosie | Year Posted 2018
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