Here and Now

Inch by inch I plod along,

a Pilot wary of the clouds.

The Lines aren't ready yet.

I cannot form a reply.

I am most honest when I am Silent.

I Whisper 'I'm Fine', but it's a lie.

Like an iron fist to my chest,

the pain you caused then is still here.

You tell me there is Safety in numbers, it's a Given,

when I was in third Grade I may have believed this.

But as groups get Bigger and Multiply,

there is more Divide than ever.

In my tower of solace, I gaze at the River.

Each Brick protects me. And I feel safer, safer

Like that girl in the nursery Rhyme,

I am dancing, dancing, but completely alone.