Invisible Kid

Invisible Kid

A Poem by Marie Harrison
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A poem about a girl.

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Invisible Kid

 

Invisible kid that’s

what you were called.
Locked in your room

wasn’t punishment at all.
 
Alone to explore your

dreams and read stories,
alone safe from harm

to be whoever you wished.
 
Fantasies and storytelling

for your teddy bears.
Role playing and performing

in front of the mirror,
each morning.
 
Play time with her

 friends was often,
never rare for

 the invisible one.
Together, they were

little girls fixing
their hair while singing

or twirling around
playing dress-up.
 
But this invisible girl floats

alone in her room too much.
All alone and she seems quite happy.
 
Really, she’s just fading away.
Hiding herself from

the violence and scary things
that loom beyond the door.
Afraid of the death scenes,
that might play out any moment.
 
Oh what a quiet girl

lshe is in her room.
So calm floating

around with files of
imaginary things

to ponder.
 
Round and round

in herself.
Round and round

locked in her brain.
Away from

the pain and shame
of her violent

and desolate world.
 
Unplugging from all,
so the fear disappears.
 
All alone,

she stayed in her room.
Suspicious of

anyone’s touch,
So independent,

she didn’t need a crutch.
 
Now a grown woman,
when will she come

out and share herself
with the world?


 

© 2010 Marie Harrison


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This is beautiful!!!! I can relate to it sort of. My parents were never violent or anything but they always fought when I was a kid and I would stay locked away in my room most of them time occupying myself so I didn't have to hear them yell. Great job! You captured this so amazingly! Thanks for writing this because sometimes I do have trouble sharing with the world.

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this poem really reminds me of the song concrete angel by martina mcbride!

nice work by the way

Posted 13 Years Ago


Thanks you are right! Let me switch it with a poem title Children. Thank you for your feedback on this poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


writing is wonderful theropy for both writer and reader. This poem was sad and hunting and to real for many children, your ending was perfect.

Posted 13 Years Ago


such a wonderful read. beautiful poem

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sad, yet gripping, & very much reality vs. fantasy. Excellent!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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this is good, kind of makes you want to be a kid forever. It's like a ghost of what we all were at one time. Kind of make me think that, that innocence is locked inside us.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this poem, mainly because it's well written and I can relate to a degree. You tell the girl's story very well and the ending was a nice touch - indicative of the effect her life in hiding has had on her. It's bittersweet and I appreciated the hints of rhyme.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Tim
A sad poem of a life that's so often played out. Some people never come out because it's too comfortable to be out in the elements of life. Sooner or later it catches up with you though. Life is hard sometimes no matter what age. Good poem and topic.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is beautiful!!!! I can relate to it sort of. My parents were never violent or anything but they always fought when I was a kid and I would stay locked away in my room most of them time occupying myself so I didn't have to hear them yell. Great job! You captured this so amazingly! Thanks for writing this because sometimes I do have trouble sharing with the world.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 6, 2010
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Tags: Isolation, Dispair, Fantasy

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Marie Harrison
Marie Harrison

Atlanta, GA



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