She stands staring at the stars
A symbol of her smallness.
In her eyes she is as infinitesimal
To the world around her
As an ameba is to an elephant.
Which came first, she wonders,
The loneliness or the feelings of invisibility.
Is one the precursor of the other,
Or did they spontaneously erupt
Into existence simultaneously?
Was her existence an illusion?
Was there ever a time when
People saw her?
The real her
Not the empty shell she now was.
Comfort comes with the possibility
That some where in her life
Was a time when she was important
To some one
Any one.
But wrapped in a world of illusion
And disillusionment
She cannot remember
Such a momentous events
Happening to her
Blinking
She shuts her eyes against the rising sun
Shutting out the glare of a new day
Surrounded by people
Who never really knew HER.
Outstanding poemization of ontological thoughts and emotions sublimely poetized... "Invisible" has the fire of the soul and the flesh of the heart.
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
There is a lot emotion, heartbreak, loneliness, and isolation in this piece, and it saddens me that there are actually people in the world who feel this way. I should talk tho. But then something happens, and someone comes into our lives, that brightens up our mood, and we are no longer invisible; no longer sad; no longer lonely; no longer isolated, and our heart is happy again.
There is raw emotion in this piece, and the subject matter pierces the center of the heart, and you just want to reach out and hold this girl, for all she is worth, because to the Lord we are never invisible to Him. The word flow is even and easy to follow. The imagery is like a painting hanging in the Louvre. Nice work Bobbi, and keep writing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your sister, Barbie
It's good to read you again!!
Love Tinka
"I am everything, I am nothing ... I am." That's the final words of a poem I wrote. I'm sure that, with your beautiful heart, you have touched many lives along your journey. Some of those people may know you better than you think. If you're in doubt, there's no time like the present to let those closest to you see the real Bobbi.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
This one many will identify with: I know I do. Know you are not invisible or insignificant. Very strongly penned...well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee
Love, when is gone, leaves a void that nobody can fill.
Georg