Incomprehensible

There she stands
Two books in her hands

Fumbling with symbols
And imagery riddles

Balancing pages as good as blank
Juggling conversations she could paint

Easily
It seems

She is terrified of the shelf on the second floor
Pages she'd fall in love with holding scenes she would abhor

Reasons to believe she carries The Secret
Reasons to leave, she buries her defects

She refuses to move to Incomprehensible
Refuses to see where she is beautiful

So there she stands
Broken diction in her hands

Shattering these riddles
And imaginary symbols.