(Alternate title Invisible Child)
Creeping like a mouse through the rooms,
As silent as mahogany furniture,
The worn armchair in the corner
That comforted grief and worries.
Silent as an owl feather
dropping onto the stony ground
while emotions inside rolling like pebbles
on a desolate beach of the past, drifting…
The child seen, but unheard, feelings censored
and sanitized for adult sensibilities, anger frozen
in time, sent back to the womb
where she found no comfort, no condolences
Emotions abandoned on the side of the road
no markers left standing or signifying
not even white crosses where accidents
of fate occurred, leaving no scars.
Creeping like a spider hidden in an attic
felt but not experienced fully beyond the phantoms
We move furniture across the carpeted floors
a room parented by practicality and stories of regret
Set aside for others to later ponder and assess.
By Patricia Herlevi
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