Impact
*Impact*
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 slowly softening
Leaking tire.
Crumpling steel walled resolve,
Deflated of breath
Finds me
Soft,
Useless,
Flat.
