A letter to the invisible woman in all of us

There is a woman they don’t see

Not because she’s hiding

but because she’s been asked to wear so many names

that her own has grown quiet

She became Mother

And somewhere in the becoming

the rest of her waited

patient

aching

evolving

She held babies in one arm

while holding her breath with the other

She learned to smile while unraveling

She fed everyone first

then forgot she was hungry

No one asked if she was still dreaming

No one asked what she was giving up

to become so dependable

so strong

But she remembers

She remembers when she used to cry without hiding it

when her body was still her own

and her time belonged to something other than survival

She remembers the girl she used to be

wild with wonder

unsure and unapologetic

hopeful in ways she didn’t yet know would cost her

And yet

the woman she is now

has grown from those very roots

She is soft where she once braced herself

fierce in ways she never expected

She no longer begs to be understood

she simply becomes

And that

finally

is enough

She has learned that hardship is not an interruption

it’s a teacher

That pain doesn’t disqualify her

it deepens her

She dances now

not perfectly

but with grace that wasn’t born from ease

but from endurance

She knows the difference

between protecting and controlling

between letting go and giving up

She knows how to hold a boundary

with an open heart

She knows how to forgive

without losing herself again

She no longer tries to prove her worth

through what she gives away

She’s learning how to belong

to herself

This is the woman beneath the veil

not invisible

but infinite

And if you ask her now

she will tell you

There is joy here

There is peace

There is room to rise

Reflection:

A quiet reflection for you, if you’re still reading…

If this touched something in you, let it.

Let it remind you of the wholeness you still are beneath the roles.

Let it call forward the part of you that has waited quietly for someone to notice her.

Maybe today is the day you write her a letter.

Maybe today is the day you remember:

you are not invisible,you are becoming.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~