Fear Of Disappearing Poem by Rhona McFerran

The older I get
the more I feel it
the slow and
constant fading
vibrant colors graying
my orbit decaying
spark of life dimmed

So I talk a little louder
a little too much
to underscore my words
never quite reassured
that I am still heard

And I draw my face
a little dramatically
eyes lined too dark
lipstick too bright
to calm the fear
that I am fading from view
invisible to you

And though I hardly feel it
I must trust that

I am not disappearing

I am still relevant

I am still here