Like a Marrog through the looking glass, stuck somewhere veiled between
Two worlds, the virtual and reality but neither see, hear, need or notice me
My essence long since dissipated as silvered ash upon the breeze
In debris’ cloak, I‘ve learned to hide myself, made of stanzas’ of fallen leaves
I'm in the corner, in the backdrop, in that seat behind the door
Not in the closet’s land or the attic as my feet don't touch the floor
I am spinning in a vortex, on a mercury cyclone’s downward decline
I'm a flightless bird on a hot tin roof, under threat from frayed power line
I am dead without a gravestone; my own reflection I don't recognise
I am a torn, tossed, tattered tissue, I’ve myself come to despise
I am the stutter in the ellipses; I am the saddened sigh in text’s empty space
I'm behind a pendulum of exclusion; now a mere clock where once was my face
I am choking on a taunting future that I know will not be done on earth
I am contemplating urns of earthenware or where to place me in the dirt
This is my reality, a clockwork helicopter-powered, fast-running clock
Or am I indeed in the virtual, where the clock hands long since stopped?
I whisper on the winds of wishes, plead and pray Time will pause, retreat
Although I know, he is a cruel dictator and stamped on my heart is already ‘DEFEAT’
The truth is, I'm now more Cheshire Cat than the Alice I once was
And I'm often only visible to those who, in my words, still look
When your words become the only thing that stands, you’re often overlooked
When your verses are the only part of you that beats with steady drum;
you find you douse yourself in metaphors and set passed similes alight
You use the stars as stepping stones, towards moonlight’s laddered light
So please think of me, the invisible girl, and you’ll help me manifest;
because I'm bleeding out into oblivion and I can't take much more of this
I'm turning into Pinocchio and yet I promise you
I've been good
I was once like you, a free real life-loving girl, but
now I turn to wood
So please see me in the screens' static forest or
in the shadows you step on
As for now, I'm bowed-headed and red-hooded
to the wolf, my life's become
But one day I will be your moonshine, the
sunlight's milk in your breakfast bowl
And I'll rage against the darkness with starlight's
blanket; Kintsugi shield, now gold
For the lonely and the damaged, through their
cracks, light radiates
They're the candle in terror's corners and fresh
air of untouched space
Mosaics arguably have more wisdom from hurt's
horrors' lessons learned
So by acknowledging our existence not only we,
but this broken world could mend.
© Debbie Razey - Violet Moon Poetry 2022