Invisible

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