Do not believe
\nI am self-important,
\nwriting things down.
\nAddressing walls
\nas if it mattered,
\nas if my shadow listened.
\nIt is loneliness
\nthat speaks this way.
\nReverence,
\nin a church without religion.
\nThe bells inside me
\nsing with words.
\nMuch ado about nothing.<\/p>\n
I am a child
\nlooking for friends.
\nChildren,
\nwho will not criticize
\nmy simplicity.
\nI am a member of the club,
\nbut I stumble into walls,
\nI have no grudges,
\nbut sorrow haunts me.
\nI turned around and said,
\nI am lost,
\nand no one heard me.
\nBut only a little,
\nI added.<\/p>\n
If I go somewhere else
\nI will be more lost,
\nharder to find,
\nso I remain as I am,
\nwaiting,
\nwriting things in water,
\ncounting drops of rain,
\ntying the sunshine into bows
\nuntil the wind
\ntells me how to return
\nto where I belong.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Do not believe I am self-important, writing things down. Addressing walls as if it mattered, as if my shadow listened. It is loneliness that speaks…<\/p>\n