Knowledge

She knows all about timing,

the perfect time to enter,

the perfect time to play,

she is a violinist.

She didn't know when it was time to leave.

She knows all about gravity,

the force tethering you to the ground,

the ways to defeat it on your toes,

she is a ballerina.

She forgot that even stars fall.

She knows all about colour,

the perfect blend for that elusive shade,

the way green doesn't go with orange,

she is a painter.

She saw sunset and thought the green of the grass went with the orange sun.

But she forgot,

even sunset is fleeting,

and then you're left with darkness.

She knows all about mixing,

a pinch of that

a dabble of that,

and magic you have a cake

she is a baker.

But she forgot,

some things are just not meant to be,

some people just cannot go together,

and sometimes we make problems and not magic.

She knows all about why things work,

she knows why magnets attract,

why rain falls,

she is a scientist.

But she forgot,

that like poles repel,

and sometimes the why is impossible to know.

She knows all about feelings,

how the mind works,

and handling your emotions,

she is a therapist.

But she forgot,

that knowledge is not always enough.

She helped others and forgot to help herself,

burying her feelings lost in the world.

She knows about healing,

clean the wound,

and wrap it up,

she is a doctor.

But sometimes things aren't so simple.

So she sat,

the broken pieces in her hands,

waiting for someone to fix her heart.