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Blank

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And her mind,

It goes blank

Before you can blink.

She is smiling

All the while hating herself.

And they keep talking

And talking

And she keeps laughing.

And she excuses herself to the bathroom

Where

She stares in the mirror

Wondering if she is really here.

Why all this noise?

Just noise

Coming from mouths who don’t care

What a heart beat is.

This air;

The air that leaves her lungs

As she whispers your name,

As you press against her

And hold her steady.

As you take her where she needs to go

Without hesitation.

We sit in the quiet and

Hear the stars resonate

In our very bones.

It’s all ok.

Breathe in unison.

You don’t even need to say

It is all okay.

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You’re more likely to meet a wild one if you

Are quiet and still for they’ve lived a life since

Birth

Of danger and survival

And will not approach if they equate you with a threat.

They can sense threats and lies.

One cannot hide the scent of intentions,

And love is transparent after all.

Rules

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Different rules in every mind.

Each crossing different lines that they deem acceptable exceptions,

Then getting angry when others

Do their own thing.

Always someone going faster,

Always someone going slower.

So many minds with so many thoughts on how it should be,

Arguing over who is right and who is kinder.

(if we could only hear ourselves arguing over who is kinder )

If we could only see ourselves puffing out our chests believing we have won.

This is not a game,

(Sometimes it feels like it has turned into one big game).

Who is smarter, who has it harder.

Everyone telling,

Very few listening,

Truly listening.

Many clamoring knowing

A little piece about so much.

An

Unawareness spread out into little bits.

A couple thoughts on this and that

Knowing nothing about nothing.

Anger rising without sense.

Few just let it be and see.

Few

Are comfortable enough with this journey to

Observe and listen

And Be.

There is always more to learn,

In turn becoming quieter.

Listen.

She Sees Herself

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No one has really ever known her.

Seen her.

It is because she seldom speaks up.

She is so tired of

Trying to be heard above the noise.

She does not share her stories anymore

So others just see her smile.

They feel her hugs.

They think she is the quiet girl,

The frail one

Because she is kind.

She is learning that she does not have to explain to anyone.

She used to try but her lips stop her now.

And her heart.

Someday she will meet someone who truly sees her.

Until then she sees herself and that is enough.