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Incommunicado

I can think some portions of the image,
But the words don't exist,
This fear that can't be said.

Strange,
How the thought can freeze the body,
And not the body the thought.
And any communication describes nothing.

I can say some things that I think,
But others make me mute.
This barrier in my head,
Even I can't cross.

It is like painting a face a single shade of pink.
Like drawing a diamond without any of its facets.
How shall I be understood,
How understand?
This language lets no definition.
How get the point across?
How comprehend?
Too much truth is lost for recognition.

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love's tempestvaginismusfear of intimacyperspectivelost for wordsshadows

◄ Midnight Heaven

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sat 5th Jun 2021 12:29

Thank you for commenting Ghazala
Thanks for your good wishes too
Let us both have strength (or find it) for all that we face.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem

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Ghazala lari

Sat 5th Jun 2021 07:31

The feeling is intense where you wish to communicate but silence is better due to some good and unavoidable reasons. May God gives strength at such times.
Beautifully expressed piece indeed! I like your choice of words?

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