So Much Ice in Invisible

 Strange Birds –– Written by
Sia Furler & Birdy


There’s a thousand voices
inside of me, journals of questions
no one has never asked.

I’m the odd bird.
The one that flies,
but can never land.

How did I become invisible?

I’m the echo without a voice,
a shadow you pass, but never touch.

I’m beautiful to the blind.
A song on the wind no one hears.

Is there someone who will light a match,
hear my heartbeat, take a photograph?

It’s always winter in invisible. 

©Susie Clevenger 2023

Comments

Ellecee said…
Susie, this is so,poignant. I especially like “ I’m beautiful to the blind.” I’ve felt like that at tomes­čî╣