One Day Poem by Sandra Hearth

Am I invisible, does this world not see?
Am I not alive, do you hear me?
As I journey along the path a crowd pass by,
Am I walking or did I just die?
No one looks or notices, I may as well be air!
They all go by without a glance or a care.
They are full of light and energy,
I go unnoticed, blanked, no one can see.
I hear the waters below flowing fast,
and see it as my life flying past.
I see, hear and smell it all...
But in this big and busy world I have never felt so small.
Now that age has made its mark,
and I no longer hold a spark,
I am disappearing into the space,
Where nothing lives, where I no longer have a face.
Alone, I dream, I make believe,
sometimes I smile, many times I grieve.
Was this the purpose of my journey?
Is this the conclusion, I, myself and me.
I suppose all is not lost, as I still enjoy what's around,
And I adore natures smells and sounds.
But it would be nice, just once in a while,
To feel the arms of another, someone who would make me smile.
I will walk alone for now and do what I must do,
And hold onto the possibility, one day one may become two.