I Am Fading

If I did not wake, would anybody care?

If I wasn’t at the table, would they notice I wasn’t there?

If I shed a tear, would they wipe it dry?

Does it bother anyone to see me cry?

My light is fading, can anyone see?

Do I exist, does anyone know that it’s me?

I make a meal and they all eat.

I wash the clothes and fold them all neat.

But if I didn’t would they know I was gone?

Who would cross the divide that has been drawn?

Who will rescue me from this great divide?

Would anyone notice if I had died?

The pain surfaces causing a void,

Speaking my thoughts causes all to be annoyed,

So I stay silent and turn my feelings within,

The demands that are made, are always met with a grin,

No one can tell that I am dying inside,

No one cares for the oceans of tears I have cried,

In silence, I suffer awaiting the dawn,

When no one will notice this woman is gone. 

3 thoughts on “I Am Fading”

  1. Such a moving poem. Really want to ask, “Are you okay?” after reading. Want to give her a hug at the end, because I know I feel this sometimes especially since I’m over 50 now.

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