Impact Poem by Bianca Fiechter

Feeling invisible,
I take a deep breath,
Puff out my chest,
And ego.

Wanting to be heard,
I am louder.
Wanting to be felt,
I am cold,
Using piercing words,
Stony silence.
Wanting understanding,
I illiterate,
With wildly wandering
Words of wisdom.

For those moments,
I am there
Respecting myself,
Or at least…
The effort.

Until slowly,
The power of my ego
Escapes.
I become a leaking,
Slowly softening tire.
Crumpling steel wall resolve,
Deflated of breath,
Finds me,
Soft
Useless
Flat.