I Knew A Girl

I knew a girl,
Who sat in the corner
She wouldn't speak
Nor let anyone near her.

She had a paper, she had a pen
She would stop to think
Then start writing again.

They spoke to her, and more,
She was never truly ignored
They had really tried once,
But gave up with no response.

What was so important
that she had to write?
Write so much in the day,
and soon into the night?

I watched her sit,
scribbling words onto paper
Its not the science notes,
We did on water vapor.

I stood up and asked her,
Why she was like this
The answer I got after,
My mind couldn't dismiss.

She said,

"Minds are abstract,
And filled with surprise.
Feelings aren't exact,
and its hard to be wise.

But mine are expressed
With my words and ink
Its my habit and want
Like yawn or a blink.

How my thoughts are portrayed
Is much like a ballerina in ballet
Taking the opportunity and chance,
To express ones feelings through
song and dance-"

The bell rang abruptly,
She stood up and smiled
Though it looked a bit awkward
It was rare, it had been awhile.

At home,
I took out my pen.
A notebook in front of me,
I counted to ten.

Words formed on the sheet,
so shaky and unused
I tried to end it there,
But my hands refused.

I stared at the poem,
My eyes tired and wide
Maybe it was lack of sleep,
But I felt happy inside.