who is she?

My name is Grace.

Cute and crass.
Serious and funny.
Light and dark.
High and low.
I am everything.

Wandering around in the dark
grasping any point of light I find.
I write
I sing
that’s how I make sense of everything.

What is reality?
What is illusion?
I’m here,
but I’m not.

Does this tell you
what you want to know?

Either way,