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I’ve pondered often

The way of the world

The way of my life

The line in between

Am I here

Am I seen

Do I exist

Simple it seems

Still I cannot help

Wondering about me

Always coming up short

A girl too often unseen

 Invisible to the wind

Necessary in the storm

Tucked away in a closet

Till an anchor comes in need

Try to stay positive

Chin above the water

But the weight around my feet

Pulls farther into the deep

I know I’m not perfect

Definitely not unscathed

Tortured and scorned

Traveling a path unsaved

Many pass

Many walk with

Conversations flow

Still leaving me wanting to know

Staring at the sky

Counting the stars

Whispering to the moon

Struggling for answers I wish I knew

Wondering do I exist

Where do I stand

Do I belong

Should I be long gone

No one’s place to hold my hand

It is my responsibility to bare

Still I wish for something more

Not being a wall flower hidden by a door