Invisible Ink

I wrote these words on the margins of my book this morning. I thought they were words for those living in margins that society inforced on them, but not into. I wrote these words and they spoke to me for those without voice to those with no ears by those with no hearts. I thought these words I thought I was writing were written. I visualised these words that I could not see and read and re-read their meanings. I wrote without correction, or comprehension then I realised I wrote nothing. Words in the margin about my words for the marginalised. I thought I wrote my words but my ink ran out and my pen slipped out in pursuit of my invisible ink.