Opposites attract
As her mahogany skin
Is consumed by the shadows of the door frame
She does not pause
She does not hesitate
To the souls of her surroundings
She speaks silence
As her heart punctuates her thoughts
With silent question marks
The palms of her feet
Move in no particular direction but away
Upon the edge of her perspective
She finds the nerve to smile
For the moon guides her
Towards her unknown destination
Left right left
Yes no yes
In the crevasses of her ticks
She loses track of time
Storing it in her back pocket
For safe yet forgetful keeping
Under her bed
She hid her concerns
Next to her efforts to
Strategically package her thought process
Another failed attempt
To pass along her mindset to the ordinary
To give the public a glimpse
Lost tocks float down a sea of hypocrites
Misused breaths lay dormant in suspended misinterpretation
She gave up on the others
Turning the focus towards one
Wishing she wasn’t the only one who understood her
Train tracks never felt so welcoming
Night settles upon open fields
As streetlights shine light on secrets
And create darkness for truths
She doesn’t walk
She travels
Between forgotten moments
And regretted memories
She doesn’t speak
She listens
As her mind deciphers the silence of the noise
And the lies intertwined in truths
Coming to terms with the realization
That those she once thought understood
May be the farthest from understanding
And it hurts
A fragment of disappointment bringing down a kingdom of hope
Broken branches forced into unforgiving positions
Their understanding is fractionally existent
She accepts the consistency
She thinks
There is no such thing as “just a walk”
Just understanding some thoughts automatically
Wavers anonymous lost knowledge
The world turns slower
Like clock work comfort settles
For space carries peace for lost souls in a crowd of hypocrites
They should pray one day she returns
For her senses leave her speechless
But her nature gathers the courage
To speak beauty lost in translation
As her patience lays thin
Yet opposites attract
Her mahogany skin
May once again grace the shadows of the door frame
As she passes with no hesitation
And does not pause
But who’s to say she doesn’t return to the door frame
Where opposites attract
Leaving to secretly search
For the peace she yearns to find
Under the moonlight
And inside the footprints
Of her steps yet to be taken
Wishing someone understood
The complexity of her simplicity
