Getting Passed Being Invisible

You, ghostly, ethereal and impalpable, imaginary friend were my bond to the outside world, without you, I am a recluse, invisible, veiled, disguised to all. More than happy to live here hidden safely in this self created inner sanctum, alive in pictures and memories sustaining this inconspicuous me. The reality is I must be unafraid and open the door stand before the see through unmirrored glass and let the world see me. One step slow then quick with all you've taught I can find a way to embrace each step bravely. You were my bond that held me firm in place greeting the world as it is, as I am, as I was, now presenting me face to face to the world. Look at me, see me, don't think I stand alone an intangible presence, strength and courage is here, unseen steadfast, but obvious invisible at my side. Picture - Being Invisible