An Invisible Girl
I dwell behind a high stone wall
not visible except in my soul, where
veils of misty haze fill the corridors of my mind, and my
innermost thoughts are silently beautiful and full of weeping.
Some days, I just want to be unseen, prowling and creeping
inside my own head to ponder and contemplate- oh, I am
but a tiny speck in the vast universe of time, I am
like a fragment detached, floating, drifting, swirling
eternally in the deep blue sea of my imagination .
Glorious and painful is the aloneness of being
invisible, hidden, withdrawn from life, just
residing behind my high stone wall- where I
lift my invisible pen to write poems in invisible ink.
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February 16, 2017
Poetry/Acrostic/An Invisible Girl
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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