There are most days that I long to be
Invisible to the unaided eye,
The world wherein I succumb to the still silence
Pondering so many unanswered questions within my heart
Feeling misunderstood at the thoughts
I take out of my mouth to be heard,
But only mistaken for drama.
I sought to get back up again.
To make it be known
that those words were authentic
From deep within my heart.
Words, that I've held on for so long,
that it has aged like an antique furniture.
Afraid to gather dust,
I speak the words with my mouth
Wanting it to be heard.
To resound from the depths of my soul.
To reach those who have been etched in my mind.
To hear such truth put forth
during the times I lay awake in bed.
Feeling invisible to the world,
with the things I've held on to in my silence for years
that only seem to break me apart
inch by inch
little by little
internally in my invisible ways.
© SHEJOY19
