The Price of Being Seen
the seeing of you
in glimpses—
a new iteration
not logic
not analysis
just the way the heart
tries to understand
what the mind cannot name
This is the shape
of seeing things differently
We are known
by how we are perceived —
and that perception shifts
from soul to soul
built on parameters
we never chose
and cannot control
a new outcome
the ‘not you’
that is the new you.
Circumstances changed—
not by choice
not by plan
just the complexities of life
moving outside our hands
Still—
I see glimpses of you
And the glimpses
are enough to tell me
you are still here
even when the mirror
tries to argue otherwise
Safely in your nest
in the fog of fatigue
I still see
your wit
your humor
your snark
Exhaustion
has not changed
who you are
only how often
the world
gets to see
the glimpses of you
© Ron Simpson Jr.
May 18, 2026
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