Unnoticed

I am tiny dewdrops born in morning mists,

evaporated by midday from sun's rays.

I am the forgotten wind that exists

unnoticed by you as you rush through your day.

I am the echo that cries out and insists

I too matter and have something to say.

I am the overlooked and disregarded,

the one you took for granted and discarded.  

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Day 8, Poem 8: 

My attempt at an ottava rima, which is harder than it appears. And since it was harder than I thought it would be, I chose a harder topic for the poem - the feeling of being forgotten, unneeded and unwanted. We all have those bad days at some time or another. ____________________________________________________________

Thank you, Comforter - for being right there beside me, even on my lonely, just got to have a good cry, days. I know that no matter how much I feel invisible to others, you always see me - all the way into my heart and soul. I love you, Lord. ~ Amen