I am wispy mist that is quickly blown away by strong wind.
I am the dust bunnies under the couch-- hiding so I’m not swiftly swept away.
I am a blanket of snow that melts away when the scorching sun arrives.
I am the meek eyes that are covered by popular contacts.
I am the dull wall being painted with a more contrasted paint colour.
I am the voice that is unheard due to the loud thunder.
I am the baby bird that hasn’t learned how to fly like its siblings.
I am the words that were swallowed from being caught in your throat.
I am the flower that has withered from being pulled from its roots.
I am the tears that are roughly wiped off your cheek.
I am invisible-- just like this poem.