And She Can't Explain, The Why?

by Everlasting   Sep 4, 2016


May be, I am this book on my lap?
The one I usually close to nap
Then I awake to open it again
but its content makes no sense
Then, it does. Later, it does not...

May be, I am this pen on my hand?
The one I always seem to understand
whenever I write my ideas down
It feels like we are fully synchronize
except when its ink runs out...

May be, I am the sofa where I sit?
The one that's quiet and usually doesn't quit
It keeps on holding someone else's weight
Until the weight becomes too much
Then it breaks...

May be, I am just a human like everyone else?
The one that feels a certain way
but the way she feels
It's not justified by the way she lives
Yet still, she feels like this....

And she can't explain,

Why?

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  • 7 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    There are maybes and there are thoughts, put them together you have penned a poem which grabs the interest and the imagination of the reader...yes there are so many why's we can't seem to explain...

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    I really enjoyed this piece because it's very inspirational, meaningful and relatable.
    We are all very similar in that we want to be understood and understanding, cared for and caring etc. We all want to do our best but then we make mistakes which some of us learn from. This is what I for from this anyway.

    Em

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