Magic

Tiny flecks of magic.

Inside the eyes,

inside the girl.

A watchfulness, a lasting look,

a meaning only known to her.

She listens and absorbs it all. 

She hears more than most could

And though she may not understand,

she knows more than she should.              

Her world can be quite different.

And different she can be.

She lives her truth and is herself

and often is lonely.

There is beauty in her silence

that her words cannot convey.

There is often much more to her

than even she could say.

She’s out of sorts and out of sync

and often in the way.

She stumbles and she’s out of step

to everyone’s dismay.

She shapes the life she wants to live

to be near those she loves

She bridges gaps and does her best

and hopes it is enough.

For everything there is a cost.

A price we all must pay.

For her it is to know far more

than her words could ever say.

Stranded, silenced, left alone.

Trapped inside her mind.

The pieces fit.

The puzzle clicks.

But not at the same time.