For you, this poem I’ve written
Written on an idle Friday
Towards the end of May
(Basically, it was just yesterday)
Not rushed nor forced, I would love to say
But to say that would be to allow lies to be spoken
And trust; broken

So, I’ll be truthful and confess
that this was written with a little bit of stress
so this will probably not be my best poem

I know long before electrical impulses reach the axon terminal of motor neurons connected to my fingertips
commanding them on what keys to tap
my eyes glancing across the screen
sending information to my brain so it can plan on how to fill the gap
that, crap, this is harder than I thought.

Although I suppose talking about nervous communication is appropriate
as I can associate it with me communicating with you and feeling nervous for it

And I am nervous, because you see, I find comfort in knowledge
And I have acknowledged that when I write, I write about what I know best
And what I know best, to you may not be very fun or pretty
Yes, I write about animals and Biology
but more commonly,
I write about the bullied,
the insecure, the invisibles,
about those whose suffering you might find incomprehensible
miss misunderstood and misfits,
the uncool kids.

But this poem is not about them
This poem is about you
It’s about a young woman who is blessed with vocabulary
if words were weapons, she would be praised for her excellent handling of artillery
but unusually
words from her do not hurt
when fired, the impact does not throw you to the ground,
hands over gaping wounds, on your knees, begging life not to leave you behind,
drowned and gasping for air
yes, heat is there
but there is no pain to bear
there is no need for any silent prayer
and this is not something that I am used to

I am not used to seeing a young man who takes care of flowers because he wanted to
and when the flower starts to shrivel and begin its slow decay
he did not leave in dismay
he stays
He understands that the flower is only lacking care
And he believes that it will be okay
once you place it somewhere bright and warm where the sun will hit
once you water it and pull out any weed that tries to suck nutrition out of it
once you spend enough time to be around it
and love it
it will start to live again

I find comfort in knowledge and this is something that I am yet to comprehend
how a human being can be so unselfish and kind
and it boggles my mind
how you are disproving every theory and every fact that I love and know
'struggle for  existence'
'survival of the fittest'
And fitting in was fast becoming something I view with least interest

Because like a substrate and an enzyme with a complementary active site
Whenever with one I collide
everything becomes complex
they will try to break me apart and process me into something new
something they will only use up and spew
which is why I am perplexed
How it is that I could be forming bonds with you and still maintain my form
and more suprising than that is you don’t seem to mind that I’m slightly deviated from the norm

I write about what I know best
So amongst poems that I write, this will probably not be my best one
But you give me hope that there will be better ones

I write about what I know best
And I know that you, the people I wrote this poem for, are best.