She's not seen
not heard
not called
she's not here.
she doesn't exist
she's not acknowledged
even by the biggest of foes
nobody knows where she goes
her heart is hidden
protected
from all the world
from the monsters
that creep under the bed
the big ones
but she carries them instead
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Author:
Heismyonlyhope (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I\\\'ve noticed everyone has a superpower, including me. Mine is invisibility. \r\n
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Comments1
heart-achingly, Beautiful!
to know these words
is to know of life's true horrors
'the big ones'
indeed, so incriminatingly profound...
stay strong!
thanks for sharing, brave Poet
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