When they tell you
That you’re woven from too much magic
That you’re impossible
To understand and untangle
And you burn too bright to comprehend,
Smile and thank them for seeing your complex being
Even if they don’t take the time
To peer beyond the knots and riddles.
You’re not meant for everyone, you know.
You don’t need to water yourself down
And make yourself small enough
For them to understand.
There are ones on this planet
Who long for the taste of your soul just as it is
In all of its brilliant tangle of shadow and light;
In a place where you have no need to be anything
But your wild and wonderful truth.
— Ara Campbell