Invisible Girl

I recently enjoyed an awesome trip to San Francisco for a few days with my friend Nadya. We were quite proud of ourselves because we parked our car the first day there and didn't move it for two days! We just used public transit and walked. It was quite a relaxing trip. One night we were walking around Haight/Ashbury area and found this awesome middle eastern bar. We spent three hours enjoying beer, hooka, awesome food and each others company.



I also saw one of the most beautiful interactions between two people and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. So today, while thinking about it, I wrote a poem. I hope it encourages you all to really see people; and to love them.

"Invisible Girl"

She sits alone in the cold.
Searching for warmth with arms in fold.
Her weather beaten cardboard sign pleads for help.

Pained eyes search for human connection but find none.
It seems everyone has their own shit to get done,
Because she sits invisible to all.

Her life fell apart
when ripped was her heart
at the loss of her child.

Invisible girl alone in the world,
Who will love you?

Invisible girl all dirty in rags,
Who will care?

Invisible girl slowly dying inside,
But who has the eyes to see you?

Along walks a mother,
Arms burdened with bags and other
Christmas crap she'll never need.

Her young son trailing behind,
Makes a game of walking cement lines.
But stops in front of the invisible girl.

His eyes reach to hers speaking love silently
And his hand takes hers compassionately.
Perhaps she's not invisible after all.

"Merry Christmas" he utters,
and turns to catch his mother
while a smile creeps across the girls face.

Now memories of love and better times
Rather than cold and hunger can enter her mind
Because a child had the eyes to see, her humanity.