Syncopated Hearts

the cadence of my heart spills out into the street

skipping, leaping and dancing

revealing the secrets of my fearful soul

while dreaming out loud

in rhythmic rainbows of happiness

my beat is unique. my beat different. and my beat feels isolating.

yet forced to yield to the syncopation of the heart beating an ocean away from me,

I found that they were really standing right next to me

and my staccato solo turns synergistic.

my lonely beat is never alone.

-Miss Kiane


Poem from chapbook Syncopated Hearts (c) 2015