The disappearing Act

Haiku on losing your identity


No let me do that for you

It is okay thanks I………..

NO! I will do it for you.


I shall walk then I have time

NO! I shall take you

I can walk………….Β  OH! okay fine.


Am I invisible, am I still here. When did I become a child when did I succumb to fear. When did I start to melt into the wall when did I become no one at all. People pass me in the street they see me less than they see dirt beneath their feet.

No longer am I me, no longer capable of driving, cooking no longer able to run free.I feel I have become a ghost ,” let me help you ” are the words that grate the most.



29 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. gingerweir
    Mar 06, 2012 @ 19:38:12

    There was a programme years back called “Does he take Sugar ?”
    Says it all for our attitudes and perceptions of the slightly different.
    Missed you QOS !


  2. granbee
    Mar 06, 2012 @ 20:23:06

    dearest willowdot, offers of help CAN be spoken out of love! But then to be ignored and passed by as you describe–horrible! I am crying. This is a most effective post in describing this particular form of helpless loneliness!


    • willowdot21
      Mar 06, 2012 @ 20:31:03

      Please don’t cry there is no need. Yes help can be offered out of love but not to the extent where the offerers are smothering you and taking away all your independence. I am learning first hand people with disabilities or difference are invisible and suddenly incapable of doing anything independently!! xx


      • stevehallsbooks
        Mar 07, 2012 @ 17:08:04

        It is good to have offers of help… we all need help sometime. Too many offers and interference with ones desires and wants would be difficult for anyone to take. I hope you are given the opportunity, or are able to make the opportunity for you to do the things you want to, that they will see and learn, become more aware, and give you the freedom to do those things.

      • willowdot21
        Mar 07, 2012 @ 17:37:22

        Thank you, Yes it is a fine line between helping and smothering. We all need to feel that we are capable. There is only so much browbeating one can Take. I am a strong character though and will not give up with out a fight!! Thank you for reading and commenting! πŸ˜‰

  3. Martin Shone
    Mar 06, 2012 @ 21:23:19

    I know you, Willow and I know you won’t let this get you down, will you x πŸ™‚


  4. wobsy
    Mar 07, 2012 @ 06:33:09

    Powerful words, well spoken
    thanks for posting


  5. Blink
    Mar 07, 2012 @ 14:41:27

    hey mate grab your liebster award here ..
    congrats for this ! πŸ™‚
    you write too good


  6. rumpydog
    Mar 08, 2012 @ 11:12:51

    It is such a sad poem. I wish no one ever had to feel that way.


  7. ravenofleyla
    Mar 08, 2012 @ 17:20:33

    It sounds like depression and lonely to me…very sad.
    Although, I think we all go there now and then.
    You describe feelings I can relate to ;(


  8. Vampire Weather
    Mar 09, 2012 @ 03:49:51

    I understand this too well. A sad testament to living with a dark cloud. Well done


  9. willofheart
    Mar 09, 2012 @ 08:30:06

    there are times in our life we wanted to be vanished as in no one notice, but even if, this time comes there is always light come to us and lend the hand and hold us and share there strength and courage to move on… this is beautifully written but sad piece …. sending you lots of hugs Willow…

    by the way I am nominating you for Sunshine Blog award pls. follow the link at… Congratulations… God bless!


  10. Writer Fighter
    Mar 09, 2012 @ 19:28:45

    That picture, along with the last paragraph, always seem to make me cry!


  11. kate58
    Mar 10, 2012 @ 11:08:40

    You’re always highly visible to ME. πŸ™‚ xxxx


  12. Thomas Davis
    Mar 10, 2012 @ 23:18:51

    On wordpress, willowdot, you are not invisible at all! Much the opposite. Sometimes living life is difficult, as you know, but my father used to say, when people asked him how he was, well, I’m finer than frogs hair sitting on a split wood fence blowing in the wind. Then he’d look directly into their eyes and ask, how are you? He’d use this routine no matter how he was feeling, good, bad, or indifferent, and he made most people feel better. The truth is that you are going to make it, and in making it, you will make other people’s live better–especially here on wordpress. I may be in the midst of a fight with cancer, but the sun still shines, and Ethel and I appreciate willowdot a lot.


    • willowdot21
      Mar 11, 2012 @ 09:45:04

      Dear Thomas thank you so much for this kind email. Strange, it is the second time in two days that some one has said they feel “Finer than the hairs on a frogs back” I think it is sign that I should take up the phrase. I wrote the post in a dark place and the wonderful response has made me realize that doing so was not altogether a good thing. I think I have been selfish venting my spleen but it has also taught me a lot. I may be disabled but I am standing and walking, I may be in pain but I do not ( please God) have a cancer gnawing away at me.
      I do admire you and you have given me a gentle kick up the bum, which I needed. I hope that you beat that nasty mean cancer good and proper it can be done I have seen proof to the fact. Enjoy the sun shine, the sun rise and the sunsets and think of me the better for your words and shall be be thinking of you and praying for you too.
      Thank you so much.


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