To Be Seen

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I cling to the shadows
willing to be overlooked.
I love the anonymity
and cling even more.
I peek out furtively
to see if I’ve been noticed.
To be seen is unacceptable.
To be seen is
to be bruised.
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Paula Frew
Transplanted from Ohio to Kentucky to be near her only daughter and three young grandsons, the author wrote her first poem in the fourth grade. She fell in love with the form and was first published in an anthology at fourteen. A battle with multiple sclerosis has caused her to find her home in a nursing home, where she has found time to craft her poetry as well as time to teach writing to other residents. She has been published in several literary magazines and anthologies, including Ohio Bards and The Walt Whitman Anthology.
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