Shari's Telling Stories

Thick days come in waves
shorter, less frequent than seasons;
A sluggish spirit is mired in frustration.

For years I’ve grappled with
bouts of invisibility, living among those
who intermittently didn’t see me.

Alright with it most of the time,
on occasion it would piss me off
and I’d rail against it till I was seen again.

My current bout is by design.
The hand in it my own, as if
the acts of family bled into me

because I actually erased myself this time.

Thankfully,
because it’s by my hand, I understand too
my self can be written in again.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers