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
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