Invisible

I put on my cloak of invisibility every morning with my clothes and my mascara.

You can't see me.

I wrap myself up in it with a little bit of hair gel and lip gloss.

You can't see me.

I am a stranger to my mother, my lover and my best friend.

They can't see me.

No one even looks beyond the surface.

Every day we brush up against the edges of people. We notice hair and clothes, eyes and smiles. But we can't see them. They have donned their cloak of invisibility, just as I have.

We don't look at people. We see them with our eyes but not with our hearts.

We don't listen to people. We hear their words with our ears but we can't hear their truth.

We live in a world of invisibility. We are unseen, unheard, unknown and unloved.

We are invisible and lonely.  We ache to connect deeply with someone who will see our soul. We long for someone to be still and quiet and listen to our truth.

We reach out. We test the waters. We try and try again. Each time we come up short, brushing the edges without diving deep. Touching the surface without connecting heart to heart.

Our deepest longing is to find the one with whom we can share our selves.

We are searching for intimacy.

We are lost, alone in the darkness of our soul, praying for someone to find us there.