If you could read
in between my lines
what would they tell you?
Would you finaly grasp who I am?
Or does it still scare you
Someone who seems to be ungraspable
high above in the clouds with body, soul and mind.
For me, there is nothing not to be grasped about me
I'm not the enigma
The enigma remains why you can't grasp me ...
And above all, why that scares you.
Winter Issue 2019
5 years ago
Great poem, Lena. Definitely one of your best.
ReplyDeleteI like this. Great last line.
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