Once, you were seen.
Not as a soul.
But as a target.
Wolf-whistles.
Cat-calls.
“Cheer up, love – it might never ‘appen”
As if your smile equals public property.
Dance floors, bars.
Parties, taxis.
Hands creeping.
Hands claiming.
Hands never asking.
You said no.
They laughed.
Louder.
That was not being seen.
That was assault.
That was theft.
Dressed up as a “joke”
A culture fed on silence.
Assault dressed as flirtation.
Humiliation disguised as praise.
And now—
the gaze moves on.
Grey in your hair.
Survival on your skin.
Invisible to many.
But invisible is freedom.
Invisible is armour.
Invisible is power.
You are a wildfire.
Uncontained.
You are a river.
Unstoppable.
You are a storm.
Unbroken.
You are a shield.
Unshaken.
You do not fade.
You rise.
You do not weaken.
You transform.
This is your season.
Your unmasking.
Your time.
Womanhood does not wither.
It burns.
It blazes.
It stands taller.
So shine.
Shine on invisible woman.
Shine on until the darkness
speaks your name.
And let your fire
light the path
for those who follow on.