Invisible

I'm the Woman that you see,
But without INsight you're UNable to see the inner most part of me.
Though the echoes of my words are like colliding cymbals,
Your ears are deaf to the sound of the message.
You wonder why my cries are like roaring thunders,
Because you know not the depth of the raging storms.
To them that say they know me,
Their mouth is filled with lies, they know me not.

Love ones that refer to me as:
Daughter, sister, aunty, neice nd cousin,
I'm but a familiar stranger whom they've only known by name.
They say that they understand my story,
Yet they grow with confusion when i plea my plight.
With mere words they tell me they love me,
They say, 'where were we when these crisis took place?'
They knew not because their hearts were far from my pains.
So called friends were really standby enemies with crooked smiles, they 'PREYED' in secret for my dowfalls,
But my feet remain firm against the hard knocks.

I may stumble when i walk,
But i will die before i crawl.
Though i choose to be transparent to some,
They refuse to read the writings upon the wall.
Invisible is who I'am, I'm like a ghost.
My many tears have become like the misty rain that quenches the skies of its thirst.
I'm a peculiar soul that bears the scars from the lashes
That has desire to slain me, leaving me left for dead.
But like the lotus flower i beautify in the midst of chaos.
I resurrect through divine mercy nd grace.

My mental sharpens like iron
When the ridged winds of mass confusion comes clashing.
Wisdom nd compassion became my closest companion birthing a passion
That overcame the sting of bitterness.
Though it's seed have not completely perished
MY SAGA WILL CONTINUE,
As long as my sweat nd tears dampens the crust of the earth.
There is no such thing as 'Tough Skins,'
For the flesh is only made up of dust that scatters in the winds.
When the soul no longer cries nd sheds blood,
It's existence is no more.
A soulful being is who I'am,
Living a life that is Invisible.