Ethereal, cellophane, transparent,
She moves through life like a wind.
Looking, acting, feeling, hungering,
But others don’t even notice her being.
She hurts, cries, aches to be seen,
But all that is noticed is rustling trees.
She causes pain, lets flow her blood,
All that is noticed is rain making mud.
Empty, weak, her face low in the dirt,
Learning invisibility can deeply hurt.