“What is inside you (thoughts, feelings etc) that should be out to the world, but aren’t? Do you have anything inside you that is out, but that you didn’t want to be? Or maybe you are relieved that these ‘inside’ feelings are finally ‘out’?”
Credit: Ingrid Endel
Inside me is a puzzle, but you’ve each —
Deciphered yours; you see what you want to see.
And you see what I’ve hidden, cracks that bleed;
Floorboards uncovered, with mystery screech.
You can’t with irate words, pretend to preach,
When you’re knowledge is without ‘word’ essence;
You can’t know truth as golden feathers pressed.
Her name unfurling, a diamond-angel’s speech.
Each syllable’s a traveller wandering.
Vague, lost, content, but curious pondering,
Which roads to amble, in sunlight or rain.
I know we’re all great puzzles, but we’re all —
Poets, writers too; we know despite falls,
Secrets buried within our stories told;
Truth’s a pact; words slighted by Cupid’s bow.
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