Everyone put your hands up.
Let me see you in the photos.
Let me remember you.
Let your permanent image
Be momentarily frozen.

Everyone held their hands up.
They held them up high.
They held up their hands
In the hopes of being seen.
In the hopes of being wanted.
In the hopes that
This frozen second
Is the only second that mattered.

I held my hand up.
**** it if I didn’t stand
On my tiptoes
Just to reach ever so higher.
I held my hand up
Ever so high.
Not to be seen,
Or be wanted,
Or to even matter.
I held my hand up
Because I knew I was invisible
I knew I was indiscernible from the crowd.
I knew I was a minuscule part
Of a vastly bigger whole.
And in that, I found comfort.

I held my hand up,
Higher than ever before.
I held it up for me.
Nothing less nothing more.