The Invisible Man

Hidden from the world, but not from God.

invisible

Lately I’ve been thinking about what it really means to be seen.
Sometimes the loneliest moments aren’t when you’re alone—
they’re when you’re surrounded by people who can’t really see you.

There is beauty in being hidden,
and how invisibility can slowly turn into freedom.

The Invisible Man

Sometimes I feel like
no one sees me.
Like I’m invisible.

On the train
no one moves their bag
to make space.

In church
the pastor seems to be praying
over everyone but me.

I go home to no one—
just my sofa scattered
with yesterday’s crisps.

Phone silent.
Contacts empty.
Social media a blank screen.

My shadow is my only friend.
It follows me everywhere.
Sometimes I wonder
if it walks with me
or if I’m following it.

Childhood dreams fulfilled:
I have superpowers.
Invisibility.

But I have no control.
How do I get people to see me?
How do I become visible again?

My phone still silent.
My thoughts loud.
My Bible unopened.

It’s time.

I speak.
God answers—
with words,
affirmations,
signs.
I hear them all.

Maybe being hidden
isn’t punishment.

Maybe invisibility
is a kind of freedom—
no eyes to please,
no masks to wear,
no expectations tying me down.

Maybe God didn’t hide me
from the world.
Maybe He hid me
for something.

And while no one sees me now,
for the first time,
I see myself.

If you’ve ever felt invisible, this one’s for you.
Being unseen doesn’t mean you’re forgotten—
sometimes it means you’re being prepared.