On the margins

I'm not on the right

I'm not on the left

I'm not false either

I walk elsewhere

I'm not in the center

I never have been

I stand on the margins

And I remain motionless

The voices of others weave the world

While I remain on the edge

Where the light unravels

It's not a condemnation

It's a learned transparency

I hold the light for them

I adjust the spotlight

I erase my silhouette from the frame

So that the painting is beautiful

In my silences, there are

Flashes of the universe

But no one looks at them

And maybe it's better that way

Being there

Without being there

Is a form of peace

A light weight

A quiet absence

I speak sometimes

But the words fall, without a trace

Like leaves too heavy with silence

The world seems to resonate

On a note I cannot sing

They call me strange

But strangeness is just the form truth takes

When it refuses to fit the mold

I see what others don't see

The cracks in certainties

The light in the remains

Seeing what others don't see

It's dancing with the shadow and speaking to the darkness

It's understanding the invisible, reaching out

And finding a universe in silence

I'm not apart

I'm beside

And from there

The world takes on another color

A hue we don't learn

That we wear without knowing why

Colors the eye doesn't catch

And sometimes

When everything aligns too well

I remember that my place

Is perhaps precisely

Not to have one

So I step back a little more

Not out of shame

But out of righteousness

Some are born made of steps