I lifted my hands not knowing if anyone would take them. Not knowing if I would be seen or heard or met.

…But I reached anyway. I asked with my whole body…With my hands…With my voice…With my hope I asked and waited to see if I existed…to someone.

I no longer reach into silence. I no longer wait to be acknowledged. I see myself clearly. I hear myself fully. I am no longer unseen unheard or unmet