Matter

It is about how one struggles to understand what matters and what does not. In the process coming up with ways to understand oneself.

I matter.
What matters to me?
I fail to understand it somehow.
The connection of a weird path,
the mind has formed it all.
But alas! I open my eyes,
the smudged view craves for caress.
I want to be seen
I guess.
So turn to me to dress,
the images of the world unknown
I'll smear the black paint
around and bring You
in view
I'll do.
Just tell me.
Will I matter then,
or am I the fooled new.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

There is a seeming contradiction in this offering. It begins with a strong statement: "I matter." As the poem progresses, however, we see the speaker is actually needy. There is a craving to belong to someone, to be caressed. Nothing wrong with that. However, we see toward the end the need to belong to a particular individual, the desire for whom outweighs self esteem. "Will I matter then?" is the speaker's real question. Let's hope so, although in fact you matter now.

PS: To me, the last line seems somewhat awkward. Could it possibly be reworked?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we often wonder not only what matters to our lives, but whether our lives really matter to anyone else.
well expressed here, and the last line...is a bit awkward in the read, but I like it anyway.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

While inhabiting this dense plane, what approaches objective reality may often elude us.
Sometimes, trial-and-error is called for; other times, we just have to take our best shot.
A thoughtful, thought-provoking poem, Puja!