there are those who speak with their words
and then there are those whose minds drift away
before they can speak, so all the words come out in a jumble
because I am the latter no one could ever imagine
I am a dancer, gliding gracefully in the dark
I am a conductor, performing a symphony with no audience
I am a painter, mixing colors that no one has seen before
and I am lucky to say I have traveled all around the world
I keep those versions of myself hidden in a box
because I can’t find the words to convey my thoughts
but one day I will open it back up and for the first time
I will yell at the top of my lungs (to no one in particular)
I have been a dancer and a conductor
I have been a painter and I have been a traveler
I will hurriedly close the box before I can see
their dull eyes looking up at me
with just the tiniest sparkle in their eyes
that still hasn’t faded after all this time