she

She wore a summer dress, quarter length to show her calfs. She was a woman trapped inside a girls body, knowing things she shouldn't. Knowing pain and grief and loss and irreverent truths. While others were giggling and cheerful she was despondently absent, sliding into the trench dug by the ruthless man, the lawless man, the slave, the pagan and the witch. Her skeletal's born of the past, out of burden, out of sin, out of entrapment and deceit. She picked daisies on daisy days even when daisy days were so few. And when they'd come she was reassured that it wasn't just a black hole of nothingness that brought her here. There was something else too, a speck of something brighter, warmer and uplifting. Like a unicorn followed her here to this earth, and it trailed her incognito, like a smile we know is there, underneath it all. Sometimes she'd ly in the dirt to prove there was no wrongdoing in being amiss. To the rest, she was weird and hopelessly unusual, nothing more than a colorless color. A simpleton to the simpletons. A brat to the brats.

so

So we are here. You there and me here. Unseen and Unknown. Privy to judgements and scrutiny of those who are strangers. Strangers we wish were lovers, were the friends we thought impossible. Searching for meaning, connection, acceptance. We walk around and around a crowded room and still go home alone. But that is ok. Alone is not lonely. Alone is the freedom to be with someone by choice, by intention. There is substance in what we decide will be full of substance. And beauty comes forth from a place inside that is already beautiful. Knowing one another takes a lifetime and a lifetime is merely these present moments added up.