No one…
No one notices I’m slower than before…
No one to notice I look more often to the floor.
No one notices I’m quieter and sad,
No one to notice even when I’m mad.
No one notices I’m not out and about,
No one to notice when I shout…
No one to hold me, hug me, tell it’s going to be okay…
No one notices me, I’m not really in the way…
No one hears what’s on my mind,
No one worries if I fall behind.
No one to take care of me, but I seem to never stop.
No one realizes the tired in my eyes or in my heart…. 
No one but God hears my pleas,
No one notices much about me…
No one told me this is how it would be… No one notices me…

JBodies ’25

Yes, I will be okay, just in a place of heavy and surreal 🙏  the words come to me. But God is in the details…