(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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