undone

I watch you try too hard sometimes,
to fit in, to connect, and understand
what people are saying,
I hear that voice grow
from inside you,
reaching out with pointed fervor,
like tendrils clasping a stone wall
with their softness,
words coiled gently
into feelings held
between lips,
in a quiet yearning
for their place in the sun,
where silence reigns
in the vastness
between
and around
leaves, stems
tendrils, soil,
and stone,
all undone.