Seven Months

Passion for justice, passion for principle;

She sits alone, thoughts concerted, mind deep

in the books, in the news, in the

things that matter.

 

Her attention is divided, for her peers

have something to say.

Her mind is in overdrive, engulfed in paranoia

while they whisper in her ear, retreat,

and laugh at the reaction they have precipitated.

 

Defiant, she races to the library.

In the thesaurus,

she finds three words:

trivial, trite, trifling.

 

How strange it feels,

for an extrovert to always want to be alone,

to be far away from home;

 

She calls it independence,

because loneliness only persists

when surrounded by so many people.

 

Seven months never felt so long.