I’m where I’ve always been
fading into the background
becoming scenery
among vanishing pines
and withering ferns
nearly invisible
you can’t see me
or is it that you won’t?
am I important enough
to be noticed
maybe even saved
from this dullery?
somehow it seems
I deserve the darkness
I’ve lived in it forever
trying to dig my way out
for a tiny chance to blossom
and see the world in color
give me your hand and
we’ll brighten this place
together
(c) 2026 Beth Ember