Invisible Me

How can I be so invisible

that you can’t see me

even when you’re staring at me?

How does your gaze slice through

me, like a blade

tearing up my soul

leaving nothing where I used to be?

How can I be close to you

yet

you refuse to see me, choose to

unsee me?

Surely you used to be able to see me.

At least that’s how it used to feel

when you’d touch me &

talk to me.

Then one day

it was like you couldn’t see me

no matter how hard I tried to be seen

&

you started walking all over me

and through me,

making tracks through my soul

where only I could see.

My eyes are mirrors

you’ve covered

with old bed sheets.

Did you think averting your eyes

would render me to invisibility?

Maybe

I’m not invisible and only forgotten.

I’ve tripped and fallen down

the rabbit hole

into the lowest levels of Dante’s inferno

where nobody can ever save me.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind