Invisible Woman

sculpture1 535x400 People are strange, when youre a stranger.

Courtesy Yu Jinyoung's incredible 'Invisible' collection at London's Union Gallery


I slip among you –

The Invisible Woman.

I eat your food,

I laugh at your jokes,

I nod and smile at words

brittle as bones and nourishing as chalk.


I leak and stain

but your eyes perceive it not.

You see sunsets and flowers

and babies and happy endings

and paint over cracks with

an invisible brush.

I am from an ‘other’ world.


I slip among you –

The Invisible Woman.

45 comments on “Invisible Woman

  1. kris landt says:

    what a beautiful poem, melody! these words, borne of pain, are also good words to heal by. lovely sculptures, too.

  2. Janene says:

    Wow — how beautiful! I love the line ‘nourishing as chalk.’ Excellent poem!

  3. Melody, what a poignant poem. You have such wonderful powers of expression. I can see writing serves as a great catharsis for you, a way to get the toxins out.

    • melodylowes says:

      I started my childhood with a desire to write a book. That dream has been lost and dormant until now – and I find myself thinking word strings all the time..they tumble out! You’re right – it is indeed very cathartic. A lifetime in waiting!

  4. timethief says:

    What a wonderful poem that speaks to us all of healing and hope. There will always be those who don’t “see” us, and it’s difficult not to mirror that rejection back to them. In spiritual terms it’s more difficult to find causing this so most of us just ignore those who ignore us. But reciprocating is just a sophisticated way to avoid looking for a cause for people ignoring or not acknowledging your presence.

    I have never felt invisible but I have been shunned when I was a child. I think the silent treatment is the worst form of emotional abuse perpetrated by those who desperately want to control others, because the abuser knows you exist and knows being ignored hurts. There are no scars to be seen yet the wounds are deep. We don’t have to volunteer to be victimized but neither do we have to play the game by ignoring those who ignore us.

    • melodylowes says:

      I see you understand this topic very well. It was of invisible wounds I wrote – and in the writing, they can be released… and the power does indeed go both ways. What power we hold when we hold or withhold life-giving words!

  5. sprigblossoms says:

    Beautiful lines, so expressive. It describes so well, the feelings of not being heard and seen.

  6. petroneagu says:

    You must be the Wonder Woman πŸ™‚ You amaze me everyday with your creativity and writing talent. The poem is very special and beautiful, even for me that I’m not an English native.

    The sculpture is very expressive too.

    • melodylowes says:

      Thank you, my dear. You daily encouragement is food for my wilted spirit! Yes – I love the sculpture. I found that it spoke to me very deeply.

  7. Yun Yi says:

    vivid imagination and expressive!

  8. Rum Punch Drunk says:

    I love this post. I have spent a majority of my life being invisible. I think it’s because I don’t have a major presence around people, I listen and don’t force myself or opinion on others, I seem to attract those that don’t know when to shut it, the ones that are like verbal diarrhea, I tolerate a lot UNTIL I’ve had enough then I speak out……things change instantly. Great post.

    • melodylowes says:

      Thanks! I know the kind of tolerance of which you speak – and have decided that it isn’t being ‘nice’ to sit back and take crap. It’s nicer, especially to myself, to give myself a voice!

  9. “I slip among you -The Invisible Woman”.
    I can ‘see’ her in my mind’s eye thanks to your words. Thought provoking verse.

  10. What a powerful poem!! And I very much like the pictures you chose for it. It is all so heartbreaking, in a way that draws you in…

  11. elizabeth says:

    I knew you’d written this from experience because only one who has experienced such would be able to write to the depth needed to get the knowledge across. This is a valuable education for all of us. Sometimes we don’t even realise we are doing the same thing ourself.

    Wonderful poem and gorgeous images.

    • melodylowes says:

      Thanks so much, Elizabeth! Sometimes I get so stuck in the ‘I wish I had learned this sooner’ or the ‘I wish I had learned this the first time around’ that I forget to appreciate the learning that has already come. Your comment gives me hope to dream that my hardest experiences can be my biggest future blessing to the world!

  12. melodylowes says:

    Reblogged this on Meanwhile, Melody Muses… and commented:

    A year ago, this poem struck a chord with my readers. What are your thoughts today?

  13. Marcy says:

    I have no words worthy to describe what that poem does in my heart. Your words, Mel, are a gift.

    • melodylowes says:

      Aw, thank you, friend. I’m so glad that I am not invisible to the One who sees all – and loves with an unquenchable love! There are so many ways life tries to make us feel this invisibility – the journey toward healing fights the message, and brings hope in its place!

  14. Melody, your poem is deeply touching to the very marrow – for me it reminds me of how invisible I felt during my years of infertility. When one grieves over the invisible there are no flowers… just tears.

    Blessings ~ Wendy

    • melodylowes says:

      Ah, there are so many invisible hurts! If you have a cast, or stitches, there is something to offer the world that shows you need to grieve – but in so many cases, the hurt is hidden, and carried alone. I’m so glad your story has a happy ending, Wendy! What a blessing that your tears have been turned into joy at last!

  15. Pam says:

    So powerful, Melody…wrenching imagery that touches the truth… I’m so glad you reposted it, along with the sculpture. My day is richer because you did.

  16. russtowne says:

    I like it, Melody. Powerful. Haunting. I wonder what would happen if she stopped viewing the world from a victim’s perspective, and started viewing it from the perspective of a survivor. I have been Invisible and blamed the world. That mindset rewarded me with more of the same awful feelings. One day I decided to change my way of thinking, and that, eventually, changed my life. Your poem is an excellent reminder of the invisible times. Thank you!


    • melodylowes says:

      I think she is seeing the world a lot differently, a year later! πŸ˜‰ She has carried a lot of wounds invisible to the world – but not unseen by a gracious and healing God!

  17. Powerful…thank you for reposting!

  18. jaels says:

    Beautiful! I spent decades as the Invisible Woman–but God has set me in a “wide place” (Psalm 31:8).

  19. Heidi Viars says:

    this is truly powerful … I imagine the Father hurting for His daughters. He sees them, even though they seem invisible to the world.

  20. RoSy says:

    I’m thinking that we’ve all had – or most people have had invisible moments. The sad part is when people can’t step into full view or don’t have the support to help them want to be seen.

  21. Gallivanta says:

    I am wondering how much of this poem relates to indivisibility, ( a desire for wholeness), rather than the sadness of invisibility. We may grieve over invisibility and the causes of it ,but do we want the invisible to be seen as much as we want an acceptance and embracing of the whole woman? Eeek…. help me out here. I am not very good at understanding poems! I do know you have written some powerful words though πŸ™‚

    • melodylowes says:

      You have some excellent insight here, friend. These words come from a deep longing for the wholeness you describe – and the sense of displacement felt during the struggle to grasp it. Your understanding of poetry may just go deeper than you think! πŸ˜€

  22. lylekrahn says:

    Those were powerful words and ideas. Wouldn’t it be nice to have them without the experience.

    • melodylowes says:

      *sigh* I will admit to that – but the most powerful words and ideas come from the deeper places within, and those seem to only be drawn out under duress. I don’t regret the tough lessons which are growing grace inside me, Lyle…

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