The first time I read this poem, I loved it.
Hope you do as well...
"The invisible woman in the asylum corridor sees others quite clearly, including the doctor who patiently tells her she isn't invisible -- and pities the doctor, who must be mad to stand there in the asylum corridor talking and gesturing to nothing at all.
The invisible woman has great compassion. So, after a while, she pulls on her body like a rumpled glove, and switches on her voice to comfort the elated doctor with words. Better to suffer this prominence than for the poor young doctor to learn he himself in insane.
Only the strong can know that."
-Morgan
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