Giving Up Mr. Invisible - Poem by Florida Angel
Giving Up always sounded hard.
Hard to say, hard to express.
Giving Up I learned as an exchange:
Giving Up my pacifier I turned smarter.
I’ve heard that most kids had an invisible friend,
And that it was normal, maybe that’s why I didn’t have one.
As an adult, looking sideways, as if always crossing the streets.
Worried, attentive as if my life was a tennis match.
My mind so active, tagged “bright”
Giving Up, I exchange
A “bright” attentive mind
To a rested soul.
As an adult, Mr. Invisible showed up,
From turtle babies to invisible security friends
Paranoid, “bright” attentive mind
Calls to rest, Meditation sound
Giving Up, Letting it loose,
Growing Up, Letting it bruise.
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