Weary Bones and Sagging Skin

invisibility while mothering

I have a long to-do list. I remember half the things. And half the time I remember the list exists. I feel like weary bones and sagging skin. My dreams have become elaborate. Some scary, others romantic—all insightful. Many of them hold feelings that I find difficult to externalize into words, which is usually when I’d lean on expressing through art. Yet, even this aspect of my creativity feels stiff and invisible.

The concept of invisibility has caught my attention the past few weeks. I’ve written the word many times in recognition of its relatability. A slew of hidden intentions, morals, thoughts, feelings, ideas, understandings to navigate through on a daily basis. Plain sight has become a battleground for bypassing and blasphemy. Trust lost in projected traumas. Unconscious, unseen or overlooked.