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.
Poem from chapbook Syncopated Hearts (c) 2015