ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

December 21,

The rebirth of the winter,

The certainty that when you wake up

Nothing has changed except for

The season. 

And maybe,

Some snow has found your doorstep.

Except,

I'm always in between,

In people's minds.

Too smart for everyone,

except the people I'm not smart enough for

To girly,

just because I'm a girl,

How would you explain things

To someone who was born unknowing? Unseeing?

How to describe a net?

Its many holes hold you up,

Prevent you from falling.

But they are holes that catch your fall.