I am the shadow in
the corner, the gentle
breeze blowing through trees or
strands of hair and the stars
looking down upon the
world. I am the whisper
of secrets untold, the
water drunk by parched mouths,
the air that is breathed by
us all. I have seldom
been taken for granted.
Assumptions about the
fact that I will always
be around have been made.
I am infinitely
the disregarded, the
one left unnoticed, the
epitome of the
ever-forgotten soul.