There are shreds of life that surround us,
Like a silk cloak….
It makes us invisible,
Painting us in a colour
That no one can see.
To the naked eye, we become naked,
To the unseeing eye, we become unseen.
And our third eye watches,
As we dissolve into unclarity,
As we are consumed by uncertainty,
As we fall prey to indifference.
Invisible we are to all who care not so see.
Invisible we will remain until love sets us free.
Invisible, we die, and are forgotten…..
as though we never were.
Author: Ronel van Tonder