By Dionna Dash

By Dionna Dash

 The Abyss

Sometimes she stares into the beautiful abyss of invisibility, self-doubt, and passive happiness and she feels whole again
For every drop of water, for every thunderous rumble, she feels pride
And pride feels like emptiness, obscurity, silent protest
She wants to fade away
For people to remember her for not being there
For remaining forever in their periphery, never fully coming into focus