communication is a dance of souls.
by leeaaun
I stand here, words caught in a maze,
twisting, turning, seeking an exit.
Your eyes reflect impatience,
silently judging me, labeling me
as slow, as lacking.
But it is not me who is shackled by ignorance.
Between us lies an unseen world,
a gap unbridged.
I speak in layers, in depths,
while you skim the surface.
I am not foolish;
I am a river flowing beneath ice,
strong currents hidden from view.
Communication is a dance of souls,
delicate, requiring mutual effort.
You stomp through the rhythm,
dismissing my words.
I am not clumsy;
I am a dancer in the dark,
moving to music you cannot hear.
You see my pauses as signs of weakness,
but they are spaces where my thoughts take flight,
exploring realms beyond your sight.
I am not slow;
I am an eagle on the wind,
soaring through unseen skies.
Each word I speak carries weight,
a map of my universe.
You grasp at them like fleeting shadows,
seeking simplicity.
I am not unclear;
I am a poet with hidden verses,
crafting meaning in layers of light and shadow.
To understand me is to dive deep,
to venture into the unknown.
It is not me who is limited,
but perhaps you who fears the depth,
clinging to the familiar shore.
I am a book with pages yet unturned,
a story rich with layers.
Not a puzzle to be solved quickly,
but a journey to be savored.
I am not incomplete;
I am a symphony in progress,
a melody waiting for willing ears.
Do not judge me by your narrow view.
I am not lacking;
I am a mind in bloom,
vibrant and alive.
If you cannot see my worth,
it is not my light that fails,
but your eyes that are closed to my brilliance.
In this world of varied voices,
let us seek understanding, not judgment.
Let us bridge gaps with patience,
for in true connection,
we find the beauty of our shared humanity.
And in that space, we all shine.