Stepping Out

I wear this invisibility cloak

Nearly everywhere I go.

And though I don’t remember

Choosing it

Or creating it,

There is no question that

It is mine and defines

my style.

Adrift in a sea of irrelevance,

I tried to find

matching shoes

but

the sparkle of sequence

on my heels

 could not be  

 masked

beneath the folds of

my cloak.

So, though I stood

in the corner

when you

walked by

and

thought certainly

I’d remain as always, unseen,

you stopped

and looked down

long enough to hear

my whisper.

“See me.”

I begged.

And you smiled

and reached out your

hand to me.

So, I stepped from the corner

and let my cloak

fall away.