Dedicated to anyone who has ever felt invisible...
Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?
Will the world stand still for those whose time is fleeting?
Isn’t there something I can do?
Is it too late for me to find you?
The bells ring and the clocks tick.
While I’m waiting, the darkness becomes thick.
Walking out into the forest, I find myself unafraid.
The wind blows and the trees screech as I watch the animals form a parade.
They were not frightened when I walked right by.
I wondered if they had seen me… but maybe it was too dark by the night sky.
I lean down to pet a small, white rabbit;
But try as I may, I cannot grab it!
That’s when I started to become filled with fear.
The animals and the people don’t even know I’m here!
I was always curious as to why my friends no longer looked my direction;
And why whenever I looked in the mirror, I found no reflection.
I walked through the woods, being very much alone and confused.
I sat down next to a rock, picking flowers, feeling anything but amused.
It was only a short time until I discovered that I wasn’t alone after all.
The stone I had been sitting on was a tomb and the writing on it was very small.
I peered down at the words for a while, trying to understand.
When I saw the name of the person buried there, I dropped the rose that was in my hand.
The person buried underneath my feet had the same name as me.
How, oh how, can this possibly be?!
Something was out of place when I felt the same as any other time while standing in the snow.
It was odd how no matter what happened to me, no one’s concern seemed to show.
I never felt hot and I never felt cold.
Stories of things like this I had always been told.
I didn’t know what to do with myself, once I found out that I was a ghost.
This state of body is not something of which I would ever, ever boast.
My hands, though I had never noticed before, could be seen straight through.
Frustrated and devastated, I asked my being, “What has happened to you?”
I have no recollection of my last moment as someone that could be seen and heard.
I truly wish I could have someone udder to me one last word.
Accepting my current existence as a wispy memory;
I pick the rose back up and lay it on my tomb, saying goodbye to the old me.
Without hunger, without exhaustion, without anything but my freedom and I;
I travel deeper into the forest still, searching for someone to say a simple “Hi”.
I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know what to do;
All I know is that I’m searching... and that one day, I’ll find you...
Copyright Casandra Camp 2010