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.
Whitewashed Sepulchers 
cool!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/get-well-wishes-4-riika-and-leo/
please help pay a visit to riika and leo today to wish them well..
Thanks a ton.
u rock!
Happy Monday!
hope to See you at potluck today.
Yes.. It definitely hurts- I know it for sure.. very well composed My Dear.. xox
I wanted to say, thank you so very much for your previous participation at Jingle Poetry potluck.
Your entry adds light and love to our community; we would love to have you this coming Monday,
Any poem is welcome.
Keep shining,
You Are The Best!
xoxox
this.
I understand.
well written.
Wow! Beautifully written that you can almost feel the pain right there.Lovely in every sense of the word 🙂