Virtual Trauma Art Exhibit Showcase
The feeling of invisibility originated from my childhood and was a thread in my abusive marriage. One of the most damaging effects of my abuse was when my ex-husband walked into a room, and I say hi, and he walked by me without acknowledging my presence. It triggered those childhood experiences where I felt that I didn’t matter and wasn’t good enough. I was invisible. After I left my abusive marriage, I had to grieve those feelings. This poem was written as a ritual to end my grieving process.
Picture: I took the picture in Kona, Hawaii. The lady in the picture seems to be self-reflecting. Self-reflection is required to change the narrative of our stories.