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The Invisible Woman

A poem

By Chloë J.Published about a year ago 1 min read
The Invisible Woman
Photo by Stefano Pollio on Unsplash

I am not certain I exist;

Yet there’s my shadow, on the floor,

I am a woman barely kissed,

Shocked I am a girl no more.

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I’m not quite sure I take up space—

Not in the way I think I should—

It seems I wear a stranger’s face

And life; could I change both, I would.

//

I do not think that if I fell,

So deep amongst these lonely trees,

I’d make a sound, for who could tell?

There’s no one here, to hear, to see.

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I don’t know how I built this life

Of hollow bones and broken dreams,

I dance upon a crooked knife,

And no one’s here, to hear my screams.

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I am not certain I exist;

If I did, I think I’d know;

As it is, I think I’ve missed,

My life, love, fate; all ash in snow.

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Somehow my life has come to this—

The stars above don’t hear my plea—

My hopes dashed on a blood-soaked mist;

From this small life, I can’t get free.

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Chloë J.

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    Written by Chloë J.