Sunday, February 17

Confusion at its Finest


How can you sort things
When you are not even sure of yourself?
When what you like and you don’t
When what you want and you hate
Is not even clear to you?

How can pain exists
When you tried so hard to guard yourself?
When you have built a barricade
When you have covered yourself
So hurt won’t pain the slightest of you?

How can things be so unclear
When they are as simple as can be?
When the things that are easy to understand
When the things that are easily afront
Are hard for you to take?

How can one’s heart be discerned
When one’s heart is unsure?
When a heart has been covered, barricaded
When it has been hurt and has grown weary
Is it even possible to call it a heart?

3 comments:

  1. "How can you sort things
    When you are not even sure of yourself?"

    ...To trick yourself to believe
    What you want yourself to believe
    Not what you need to believe
    Is the only way to say that you've sorted it out.

    "How can pain exists
    When you tried so hard to guard yourself?"

    But that milli...no, even nanosecond
    That you took off your armor
    To breathe; to take a break
    Is the opening pain was waiting for.

    How can things be so unclear
    When they are as simple as can be?

    Because we read too much into it
    We give our own meaning--
    The truth that cannot seem to fit
    Because it was never meant to be.

    "How can one’s heart be discerned
    When one’s heart is unsure?"

    The mind is placed above the heart
    And this is the reason
    Why amidst all the confusion
    The heart is discerned
    Because the mind recognizes
    The thing that it covered, barricaded
    It saw the one who got hurt, got weary
    And thus, it thinks it is the heart.


    Astonishing always, Sheena! You do nothing but make us think. think and think. Because only through thinking do we truly discern. It's always refreshing to read your works! >:D< I love you!

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  2. I loved the first and last stanzas and I got confused in the second and third - makes the poem true to its title haha.

    On a personal note, time has its ways of clearing things up - you'll get through with your doubts ;)

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