Appearance And Reality
Mutually exclusive
Enemies in a sense
Have never fought in my mind
They hold hands over the abyss
Between dream and inhibition
Where I forever fall
Comfortable and without fear
I came to find what it was
between the merest moment and all eternity
Here I become invisible for who should see me
beside the heroes and saints
And here I wait in silence for who should hear me
among the inspired choirs
Unlearn me as a jailer might forget the locks
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Sat 19th Dec 2020 14:19
Thought provoking. This poem seems not so much about the difference between appearance and reality of our surroundings or others about us, but more about that of how we are seen by others, and even more about how we see ourselves. - You see yourself in limbo or vanishing because of it and you say you are comfortable and not afraid of that.
But it makes me think, this inability to know what we really are and to be hidden by what we appear to be, our true reality is shape-shifting.