My Invisible Freedom

Nobody 

tells you that 

one day

you will 

be framed

in grey. 

I guess if

they did 

you would 

never believe 

them.

You never

think you will 

be old.

At times

you want to hurry 

up and get older,

but that is

different.

Older

but not old.

I am at 

that place 

where

men have

stopped looking.

Woman 

are no longer 

in competition

with me. 

And no matter

how many

times I dye

my hair 

my face is

framed in 

grey.

On any given 

day it might

bother me,

or I may

not give it 

a second 

thought. 

The funny

part is 

right now

in this moment

I feel

I am at 

my best. 

So how did 

I become

so invisible?

I finally

figured it out

and once 

I did 

the Clarity 

almost made me 

cry.

I am free.

For the first time

in my life,

I have become 

free of all the things

that held me

back. 

Imagine

People looking 

at me for 

my inner beauty.

Other

woman wondering

how I got 

so confident.

Imagine

being judged

at work

by my merits 

and not my looks.

I am actually

free to 

act crazy,

to take some risks,

to live in 

the moment.

When you are invisible

the perks 

are endless.

My clothes

don't have 

to match

and my

hair...

Who cares?

The liberation 

is endless.

And instead

of feeling 

sad about

losing all

my girlish

features

I am enjoying

the taste of 

freedom.

The taste

of my womanhood.

To be invisible 

is to be free.

You might

not see

me,

But sweet

Jesus

you 

will certainly

hear me.