(Invisible is a poem I wrote days after I retired. It expresses the new freedom I found after being unchained from the chair.}


See me, the woman in the chair

Wearing the cloak of invisibility

Rancid poverty reeking from my every pore

Wrinkled work weary hands revealing my age

Restricted from the advantage to seek more

Placed in the window of a tiny cage

Wings clipped without the ability to soar

Struggling to maintain an element of dignity

Silent sister with the glassy stare

Watching the show play out on a gilded stage

Bad actors performing hypocrisy

Pull back the bars and unlock the door

 Hand me my freedom so I can turn the page

See me, the woman who longs to fly free

Liberated from this mediocre lair

I have other world to travel and explore

This woman unshackled from the essential chair.

There is a benefit to having invisibility. People underestimate the things they can’t see. I have discovered invisibility is an acquired superpower—a simple word of wisdom from the woman who used to inhabit the chair.

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