Seeming To Be Hidden Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lying on a corner like a scattered leaf, watching as
people walk by, not even noticing who I am, no one
greeting at all.

A semblance of death, seeming to be hidden behind it's
curtains, blocking out the essence of my being, striv-
ing to live a nonexistence on this earth.

Finding it harder than ever, yet praying for an inner
strength to keep on going, because of the many people
who do love and appreciate who I am.