The Invisible Girl

I dwell behind a high stone wall not visible except in my soul, where a veil of misty haze fills 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 speck in the vast universe of time, I am like a fragment detached, floating drifting, swirling eternally in the deep blue sea of imagination. Glorious and painful is the aloneness of being invisible, hidden, withdrawn from life, just residing behind my stone wall- where I lift my invisible pen to write poems in invisible ink. _____________________________ February 16, 2017 Poetry/Acrostic/ The Invisible Girl Copyright Protected, ID 17-1006-704-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.