A year ago, this poem struck a chord with my readers. What are your thoughts today?
Silent,
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.
Skinless,
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.
Silent,
I slip among you –
The Invisible Woman.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I feel like this sometimes
I suppose there are times when we all do – that feeling of being overlooked, or set apart because of our circumstances. Thanks for sharing that, Alastair.
It’s all part and parcel of being middle-born. Middle child syndrome.
IS that it? Hmm, I guess I’m one of those, too. 🙂
There was a survey done and around 80-odd% of middle children felt ignored, invisible, or just got the worst deal. I know I had pass-me downs whilst the eldest got new clothes so I had his cast-offs and my sister got new being young. One of the reasons I was bullied at school because of wearing things that had been seen before
Funny how those old memories can still sting, huh? 😦
One of them things that will always be with me, and one of the reasons I will never have more than two kids. Not that I can any more 🙂
With two, there’s no middle! Brilliant! (Guess what? I have 2, as well! )
😀 It’s one of those things that force you to not do the same as what happened in your childhood, You are refusing to let history repeat itself
Absolutely!
Incredible!
Thanks! I think there must be times for all of us where we feel invisible to others. The journey to acceptance and wholeness is a bumpy ride – but freeing as well!
Absolutely. Well said.
I wrote an invisible poem recently .. not for the blog, but just between God and I. 🙂 God bless you!
Some of those are deeply real, cries from the heart – aren’t you glad that we are not invisible to Him??
Well narrated.
Thank you!
ardent!
🙂 Thanks for your visits, Deb!
This poem is also new to me. The emotions beneath a “pretend happy” facade seem to stream out, it feels painful and healing at the same time.
Wonderful! I love what you can glean from this piece. ..