not all are meant to hear me

It is because I do not speak the way most do. I swim between the simple hellos of every day life, riding waves of light and sound. While you look at your to-do lists, I am watching you curiously from afar, writing a poem about you.

And it’s a poem you’ll never hear, because you can’t hear it with your ears. It is in the way my eyes wander into yours and notice the way that you speak, and the emotions you express. It’s in your little nuances that I learn the beauty of who you are, every sound of word, every body movement, even in the moments where it seems like nothing is happening.

There is always something happening, for me.

I may disappear from your world, seemingly, but I am not gone. I float in your energy. You cross my mind, even when I haven’t seen you for years. And it’s because you exist that I am so interested in you.

And you look at me as a mirror of you, and you say, well, what a weird girl, always so relatable, even if she’s so unique. Because I am indeed relatable to everyone. I see a little of me in every one of you. Because that’s what I choose.

But you don’t hear what I have to say, because my language is complex and different. You’re talking to talk. You’re using your eyes to make observations. You’re analyzing the parts of the people you’ve come to know, listening intently to the stories you’re being told.

But you cannot hear mine, because it is not one that can be seen, or read, or heard.

My story is between thoughts, in the fish moving downstream. It is blowing in the atmosphere, and blessed in the breath moving inside the body.

You speak in word, and I laugh in spirit. For to understand me, you must know what it’s like to know the contents of a soul, the brightness of a light.

And it does not bother me anymore that you cannot hear me. For my legacy will be left regardless. In whispers, maybe. Journals. Curious stories people decide to tell because I chose to share with them so secretly.

But that’s just fine with me. For I am a mysterious being, and not all are meant to hear me.