You want it Darker...Glitch...

In shades of thoughts which I find an inconvenience

I make soliloquies to my asides,

lost in the pondering... the grappling

with the who am I, and why am I here

when lonely tends to bite amidst a room filled

with those caught up solely in the living of their lives,

within the happy gift of themselves

not seeing me...lost in my thoughts of insignificance...

remembering not my worth

"I am invaluable...indispensable...irreplaceable...vital".

I want to shout to the cosmos...

I scream loudly, yet hears only my silent inside voice

in those moments when I think I have no friends

that family has forsaken me

that the universe is conspiring against me

and I begin to wonder

"Is it me. Is there a glitch in the make-up of my

human space-time continuum".

Am I fractured, broken

flawed.

I am annoyed with it all - For...

To be honest...I find it quite silly and trite, to wallow

in the inconsequential nature of such banalities

Yet facts are facts, and the fact remains

that at times it hurts to be different

or mildly physically altered for the preservation

of my life...it hurts

To be misunderstood, laughed at...ridiculed for what

is clearly my creativity...my now life--- pulsing through

my desire to rise above the pettiness of blind unknowing.

It is then that a cosmic lightbulb flashes

Shining the spotlight on ME

Reminding me of who I am, who I am meant to be

Me...dark-skinned woman,

sculpted in shadow and light,

standing at the edge of existence.

Her head shimmering...a fragile membrane where time falters,

where memories slip between the cracks of a fragmented nexus.

Glitches of cosmic gold scatter through her form, bending reality into dreamlike echoes.

Celestial rivers spill from her mind, unraveling space in strands of forgotten futures and lost yesterdays.

She is both here and elsewhere, she is everywhere...

drifting in the breath between moments

...an infinite pulse wrapped in the illusion of time.

For here, the surreal and metaphorical elements

create an abstract portrait

a female figure, caught in a cosmic distortion...

fragments of time and space ripple through her form,

bending reality in a mesmerizing glitch.

Ethereal energy and celestial pathways converge...

There is an awakening...a presentiment in her sixth sense

And she finally realizes...

there is no disruption in her continuum...

she is both infinite and fleeting.

She learns to embrace her essence...

Both the abstract and metaphysical aspects of her.

And so she disperses...abounds...teems.

Rediscovering her purpose---

She reaches fully for herself. The older her, embracing the younger...

Converges.

Remembered...Accepted!