So Invisible

The unread book’s lament

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A haiku series

Photo by Zoya Loonohod on Unsplash

So invisible
cannot even see myself,
altogether blind,

not a line was read,
unmoved from its position,
not a mark nor smear

more indelible
than the one never written
across any page.

Here, perfectly bound,
preserved at my very best,
simply placed to rest,

clearly abandoned,
ancient book upon a shelf,
unopened for years.

Too unique to crack,
rope-wrapped for another time,
perfectly intact,

so much better worn,
broken and written upon,
than to never live.

So invisible,
I surely have been written
that I might be read.

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This poem is for those who feel that they live invisible lives of little to no consequence. 

No book was written not to be read. No life was given if it were not to be seen and appreciated. Find the person(s) who can see you. 

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