Invisible, I'm Already That Way
#WritcoPoemPrompt51
#invisible#unseen
What would happen if you become invisible for one day? Write a poem imagining what you would do with such superpower. If I were to become invisible, only for one day, I doubt anyone would notice because I'm already that way. I try so hard to be noticed by those I truly care for in my life, but I don't get acknowledged at all not as a friend, mother, or even as a wife. Even small things get noticed but not the case for me, I would have more luck of that, if I were to turn into a bee. At least a bee gets noticed even if it's not in a real good way, but it's better to be noticed at all even though a bee gets swatted away. I guess the point I'm trying make is that I want to be noticed and loved by the people I hold dear than to be a empty shadow with no reflection in the mirror. I want to be a bright beam of light like sun shining down from above, my body taking notice by all the ones I love. I want to be a rainbow that comes out from after the rain, with the colors shining so brightly there's no way I couldn't be noticed and I would no longer live with pain. The pain of not feeling loved, or the tears falling down my face from saddened tears, I want to no longer be invisible and no longer live with my fear. My fears of never being the light in my families hearts, and the fears of going to my lonely grave still to be invisible and them not seeing me even in my last days of life before I depart.
© A. L. Woods
#invisible#unseen
What would happen if you become invisible for one day? Write a poem imagining what you would do with such superpower. If I were to become invisible, only for one day, I doubt anyone would notice because I'm already that way. I try so hard to be noticed by those I truly care for in my life, but I don't get acknowledged at all not as a friend, mother, or even as a wife. Even small things get noticed but not the case for me, I would have more luck of that, if I were to turn into a bee. At least a bee gets noticed even if it's not in a real good way, but it's better to be noticed at all even though a bee gets swatted away. I guess the point I'm trying make is that I want to be noticed and loved by the people I hold dear than to be a empty shadow with no reflection in the mirror. I want to be a bright beam of light like sun shining down from above, my body taking notice by all the ones I love. I want to be a rainbow that comes out from after the rain, with the colors shining so brightly there's no way I couldn't be noticed and I would no longer live with pain. The pain of not feeling loved, or the tears falling down my face from saddened tears, I want to no longer be invisible and no longer live with my fear. My fears of never being the light in my families hearts, and the fears of going to my lonely grave still to be invisible and them not seeing me even in my last days of life before I depart.
© A. L. Woods