"Maybe, There is Something"

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"Maybe, There is Something" 

KhatoonHazara 

 

 

I have been away 

It seems as if you matter a lot more than what you were worth before my becoming 

But 

What does it mean 

All of it? 

I don’t mean to make it about something I don't want to discuss 

My words polished; glazed with the very tendon that is the wind; blowing over these words 

Making them shiny 

Willful 

Making them able to be something  

Something I could never have been 

 

Am I so worried about my words that I'd neglect my surroundings? 

Neglect everyone around me? 

I don't mean it to be so, but somehow, the tables turned on me 

Instead of neglecting, I am starting to abandon 

Myself 

These words 

My poetry 

I was almost never going to make it here 

Published on this page 

Being words that you read on the screen 

 

There are things in which I cannot 

Will not 

I resist in fathoming 

Things with having to do with the human mind and religion and everything that falls into that category 

Can I... fall back again 

Curl into a ball and resist temptation? 

Make my fists open so that I can ball them up again, tears staining my skin 

Only because it's made of charcoal 

I have been thinking and my thoughts do bruise my fragile skin so 

I have been thinking 

And I have been thinking about the world and all it's people 

 There's a single question that comes on to me so silently; when will this be over?