The Self-Preservation Instinct Of Poetry
it is in poetry
where you can finally say what you do not want others to understand
doubt saves us from the pain of the obvious
and confusion creates an illusion of a rainbow
it is a monologue
and all the words that turn into sentences
are for myself alone, it survives me
for another day, and another hour,
indefinitely
it shortens my agonies
and the more i talk to myself the more i understand myself
definition makes limits
and it is comforting to an unaccounted distance
when you read it, you become too far from me
which serves my purpose so well
i become intimate to myself
and love is grown, relationship bonded
it is just between me and myself
unloading the heavy stories that accumulate like
stones in my chest
i have ciphers, i have landmarks, i end somewhere
where you can never see me
as me, but as someone else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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