Invisibility

And you are not invisible. I think some of us are made of slightly different fabric from others and that makes an invisible wall between us and others. Our creative impulses, our values, how we see the world make us unknown to others. 

And I know being ignored or misunderstood or not even attempted to be understood can be painfully hard (especially when it joins w past memories and pierces the tender exterior of our deeply feeling heart). But you are alive and quite visible to ME, to others who share and appreciate all that you are. 

Embrace your invisibility— isn’t that a hidden power of super heroes?