Fragile

An impression:

She is a song.

Some unstrung chord

An expression

In a world everyone knows.

The one who doesn’t belong.

Dancing in the shadows.

Maybe:

She is a story.

Bright eyes and a smile.

Worlds of words

Unfurled at her feet.

Knowledge makes her whole;

Wisdom makes her feel

Incomplete.

At last,

The thought:

She is not a poem.

She is poetry.

Wrapped and ready,

An abstract interpretation.

Finding the meaning of everything.

Nothing.

Anything...

Humble expression of soul.

Another beauty lost in obscurity.

Another heart break, beaten yet still beating, aching to be whole.