I have been transparent.
You all been looking right through me.
It’s a feeling of invisibility for sure,
like a vagrant,
a drifter,
a homeless pilgrim.
I have wandered, shuffled, searched, inquired, opening up with deep innocence…
got rolled
shattered
robbed
deceived
used
played
scolded
scorned
all in the name of love.
And love survives
even when I seem not to.
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