Qualia

The participation of precipitation from those with crocodile tears 

Have made it difficult for her to navigate through the air 

Too many dark clouds 

From those who aren’t allowed 

To touch the rays of the sun 

What has she done? 

She stepped away from everyone she’s ever known 

Just to get closer to the tone 

That echoed those three words

It may seem absurd 

But she feels like those words could lead her to the future she desires 

Because unlike her interactions with liars

Those words reassured her that she isn’t alone 

That she was seen, or better yet, shown 

That her efforts were acknowledged in the end 

Perhaps she could defend 

Her choices 

If the one who echoed those words could guide her to where her voice is 

And if these dark clouds would just disappear 

That’s when she got the idea to rebuttal the negativity whispered in her ear 

With the confidence the echo gave

Though terrified, she remained brave 

Until she made it to the ground 

Gleefully she flew to the origin of the sound 

But it couldn’t be found amongst the dead 

Suddenly, a question ran through her head 

Was it true? 

When she heard the words, “I believe you”

—Gotti