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A Child Invisible


This is about a little girl invisible, oh I should tell-  she is me,
     I would never look anyone in the eye and my head was down;
For awhile, I refused to speak but I heard everything that was said,
          My parents were grieving the death of my sister- so I drifted.

No one seemed to notice me- I was quite invisible and unseen,
     Of course, they provided everything a child should have and more;
What I really wanted was a kiss but that never comes to invisible girls,
          Everyday I went to the attic-  made up stories about being loved.

Never, did anyone come looking for me- I guess out of sight worked,
     I knew the times for meals and would come, no one spoke;
Moving the food around made it looked like I ate, then I would leave,
          They did not say a word, my parents that is- not even to each other.

Time ticks slowly for the invisible- our screams are silent and unheard,
     I am drowning in sorrow, Mommy and Daddy, can you not see me;
The day of the burial came and they sent me away with Grannie to stay,
         I would often walk in the woods and sit by a stream-  just thinking.

If I could be more invisible, I wished it-  to just be somewhere else,
     My best friends were my cat and my dolls and books on nature;
At school I made myself invisible, I never spoke, I was really struggling,
          One day, the teacher sent a note home saying- your child needs help.

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April 27, 2016

Poetry/Narrative/A Child Invisible
Copyright Protected, ID 16-783-035-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For the contest, Invisible #2
sponsor, Skat

Fourth Place
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Callus Avatar
May 9, 2016 at 11:30 AM
So pleased to be back with congratulations, Constance....well done!! ~ Regards // paul
May Avatar
May 9, 2016 at 8:58 AM
An emotional an painful struggle and a tragic loss... a heartbreaking write...
Misra Avatar
May 9, 2016 at 12:46 AM
There's an air of melancholy and the unheard cry for throughout the narrative. Excellent write, Broken. This invisibility happens even between couples at times. Normally introversion, despair and other negative traits develop unless recognised and treated. Your last line " One day, the teacher sent a note home saying- your child needs help." is a masterpiece. Congrats on your win, Broken. ~kc~
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May 8, 2016 at 6:42 PM
broken, Congratulations on your win. Always ~LINDA~
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May 8, 2016 at 6:42 PM
broken, Congratulations on your win. Always ~LINDA~
A  Avatar
May 8, 2016 at 5:01 PM
Broken, Congratulations on your awesome win. Stop by and enjoy my latest blog, "American Dream." if you'd like. Hope you are enjoying your day. Happy Mother's Day **SKAT**
Parmale Avatar
April 28, 2016 at 10:36 PM
Very touching write my friend.... I understand it would be too devastating for a child.... However, few things happen unknowingly. ...We got to move on....Lovely write 7
La France Avatar
April 29, 2016 at 9:18 AM
Anand, thanks for visiting my poem and for the lovely and 7, appreciate !!
Callus Avatar
April 28, 2016 at 5:22 PM
Oh this is so sad and touching, Constance!! I can understand what you passed through, and I can also understand what your parents were going through, too. Although things changed to the better, that chapter in life will never fade away. ~ Regards // paul
La France Avatar
April 29, 2016 at 9:25 AM
Paul, thanks for your compassion, the day I could understand why my parents forgot me for a time, is the day I grew as a person and forgave them for being human ~
Sathasivam Avatar
April 28, 2016 at 6:11 AM
Very touching and sad write. Sorry for your loss. Well penned. Thanks for sharing it.
La France Avatar
April 28, 2016 at 7:30 AM
Ravi, thanks for visiting and for the compassion and compliment ~
Ashe Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 3:54 PM
Am glad I was alone reading this!..."welled up!" I lost a brother when young! Your pain has made you a prolific writer...please don't ever stop writing, BW...EVER!
La France Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 6:42 PM
Walter, first let me say how sorry I am for your loss, I know this pain very well, yes, I agree my sorrow and painful experiences has made me the poet I am.... thanks for visiting ~
Quigley Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 9:30 AM
Sorry for what you went through. Beautiful write.
La France Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 6:43 PM
Tom, thank you for the beautiful, yes it has been a tangled path this girl has journeyed ~
Stebbings Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 9:21 AM
So sorry for your loss. Out of this has come your sensitive poetry.
La France Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 6:44 PM
Barry, thanks for the compassion, someone told me once that a poet must suffer to be good, well if that is true, I have suffered...
Flower Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 3:43 AM
Oh, a picture of desolation from the past. But that's just about it. We all have it but in different ways. Good luck for the contest, Constance aka Broken Wings.
La France Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 6:47 PM
Moon, thanks for visiting, oh the sad past is like a dagger to the heart, but if anything good came of it, a poet was born for I started writing about my pain ~~
Allison Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 3:28 AM
Am in tears reading of your sadness Constance - they were all too immersed in their own grief to see how you were suffering so badly:-( hugs jan xx
La France Avatar
April 27, 2016 at 6:49 PM
Jan, that is so true, I overheard my grandma yelling once, saying to my mother, "you have another daughter " anyways we all needed help to overcome that, and you will recall my mother and myself watched Susanne die on the street... how does one ever put that away...
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