Invisible?

Do you remember? That day when I scribbled in ink
like a faded
morning
or a sketchy
storybook
Gretel they forgot to colour in
that Sometimes I want to
Disapear
but there u
were
smiling
and colourful
and iridescently
bright.
But do you want to know why I wrote of the Houdini
Disappearing act that danced inside of river bound eyes?
Because there
was so much to say
so much to tell you
a million colors

a million feelings
a trillion ideas
so much music
so many stories
a billion hopes
an invisible dance
that couldn't fit
so easily in between
the spaces of loud noises
or fixed ideas.
or people that might not
be listeners at all
Like we might really
be bottled too tight
like a social experiment
with big brother holding the key
and the woodcutter
ready to chop down the truth.
If something is so full
but feels invisible
retreat may feel eminent yet...
I'm still here and you and If it helps at all,
I saw you in all the shades
of womanhood and decided
to carry on.