She stayed in the room,
but I watched her disappear
when the burst of harsh
words began. She has mastered
the fine art of being in
two places at the same time.
JDG
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aholdingplace 
Reblogged this on Grace And Sorrow and commented:
When I read this poem of my mother’s, it resonated with me, almost bringing me to tears. How many times have I tried to disappear while in plain sight? When I’ve lashed out in anger, have I made others want to disappear? Today is a day that I’d like to just disappear. I don’t feel well- I think I have the flu, and I just feel like I want to be invisible. I don’t want to be comforted, I just want to be left alone.
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I was very deeply moved by this, and had to share it with several of my friends. It really resonated with me, from both sides, the watcher and the one who disappears.
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