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
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