Biography of A Dreamer

She was dense.

Between The Novels of pain placed upon her chest.

Or The thoughts in her brain packed in like a Manhattan bound 4 train, at 9am.

As heartless as she tried to be she was solid with emotion, If she exploded

it would look like eastern park way post Labor Day 

Yet so easily, she was thrown away,

to the side.

As if she were weightless.

worthless.

A feather from a pigeon,

An unlucky lottery ticket, drifting across the pavements surface, or some weeds throughout the ocean.

When she looked at herself she felt worthy.

She found inspiration in her words

She saw promise in her ideas.

She had value, and sometimes courage.

In an unpatient world

She felt that no one would take the time,

To peel back the layers of her soul

And see inside her mind

But like a lost treasure

She'd continue to shine

Beauty and pain perfectly intertwined.

Signed,