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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