I would understand the ending to
every single story inside you
if only you would open your skin
I would understand if you chopped
every branch and bough from the
apple tree and
carved into its core
your own sacred totem pole
if you chose to set sail off the rocky
shores of the atlantic
and never return to our native land
I would understand
if you were born in another place
and a different time
I would understand you as much
as I do today
should you vanish without a sound
nor provide a reason for
not wanting to see me again
I would only pretend to understand
april two thousand fourteen
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Haunting poem, John. We fear the unknown more than we fear anything else.
Thank you for commenting on this piece, Millie. There are certainly plenty of unknowns in this world and beyond.
I agree with Millie, John, haunting indeed and it’s the many “unknowns” we’re dealing with now in our family that have us tossing and turning at night…good twist at the end, too!
I understand those toss and turns, Lauren. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and wishing you and your family the best.
This was poignant. Do we ever truly know another person or understand them? I’m sometimes surprised when people I’ve known for years don’t really know me. Then I wonder, “Do I let them know me?” Very thought provoking.
I’m glad this piece spoke to you Kirsten, and thankful for your comments.
This really resonates… on both sides of the coin.
glad it does and thanks for letting me know! ;`)