Inner Life

A Poem

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the colors don’t seem to matter

when she’s holding out hope

for the love of another.

the blues fade to gray

but no one knows a thing

because they watch but don’t see.

knowing is different from thinking,

in all the ways that can take note,

and she lives between glimpses.

questioning the existential

becomes child’s play by day

even as she holds herself at night.

but no one knows a thing —

and she’s used to that style,

the one she’s nearly worn out.

her eyes may look distant, vacant,

yet her mind spills with rainbows

that no one will ever realize.

they tell you to grasp your dreams,

take fate by the horns and ride,

but nothing’s quite so simple.

and so it goes that this girl lives

for the spaces between moments,

all the promises of another life.