Alone in thought
I cradle my sanity
For want of acknowledging the insane
The existence of that which does not exist
The presence of that which does not present itself
That which only speaks to me
Clearing the room of reality
Leaving only myself and itself
Washing my dull, lackluster corporeality
In a deep ocean of things
With a willingness to show it only to me
Often inviting me to witness
At times accompanied by pain
The bright lights on the other side of an aura
The beautiful colors that wait
Beyond what most concede to be true
Presenting questions
No one could possibly have the answers to
Off in the distant corners
The far reaches of being
There exists a place to which I retreat
A place that apparently only I can see
That I could never consciously acknowledge
So alone I sit in thought
Cradling my sanity
For want and need of acknowledging something
That most others refuse to believe
About the Creator
Katrina Byrd
It comes to me when it wants to speak
And it speaks through me
When it speaks it uses its own voice
Thus far, I haven't regretted my choice
I admire its courage, elocution, and effective speech
So much so that at times
I wish that it was me
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