Good Company

she jokes that she is privileged sensitive rather than complex wide open in thoughts and emotions never alone with her own company so many question sometimes even answers swirling around her mind on an overdrive of stimuli every once in a while in the here and now of self-talk and enquiry there are balance and harmony the dark dog on her shoulder plays with psychedelic cats a bit of hissing and growling and licking of paws her reality is not one of delusion rather an onslaught or feast of unlimited strength or exhaustion depending on who has the last word neurodiverse feeling and reasoning she does not know why she is the person she has become but she is grateful and humble as rhapsodies dance with cacophony and the drum beats for an anxious heart she adjusts to the pace and exudes love in tune with hope and compassion she is a poem in herself magical mysterious and delightful and living proof that multiple voices bear the chance of being heard diversity written on her face no need for mascara or lip stick rather an unveiled persona which speaks for herself 09th September 2021