Invisible

No one sees me, I am transparent. If you close your eyes, can you recall my image.
I'm easy on the eyes, not unattractive, but not memorable. I'm forgettable.
I play my parts well enough, my audience has no complaints. I on the other hand, am tired of this stage.
My dears, I must be honest in the telling of my tale.
No memory of acceptance, not one single spark.
I had dreams, talents and opportunities yet they were all dismissed.
In their place I used my craft to play the part of wife and mother.
My limbs ache to dance every time I feel the music, that too has  passed.
I scribble on my notepad, I  write in my journal, I wait....and wait...and wait.
My legacy is the 3 creative people I bore, nurtured and adore.
Let their lives take them on journeys and adventures beyond this world.
These memories are mine, I own them and acknowledge the chaos.
My time has come, I must walk away from the chains that restrained me.
It's true that it scares me,change is never easy. It's so familiar but not at all comfortable.
Be true to yourselves dear ones and don't lose yourselves along the way.
Don't let other people mold you or tell you who you are.
Do what brings you joy, follow your heart, no matter your choices...they are yours.