Poezja

I thought I was thinking
Then I realized
My feeling weren’t what I was feeling
Because I felt the thought
Didn’t think I could feel
The expression I had seen
 
She was stable not stagnant
They things she said in her silence
Were beyond the understanding of spoken words
The gentleness on her face were speaking
Yes, speaking to me...
 
“Understand the hurt;
And the pain, I feel
When people can’t look
Beyond the face
And see the true me”
Only when you look deeper
Deeper indeed
Will the expression be understood…
 
I saw pains
As she looked at me
It was all explained
In the gentleness of her face
In the silence of her lips
 
It was more like she wanted to speak
But words could not come together
The expression on her face said so
In that simple but complex moment
 
It was like this
Exactly as she said it
“Wait, don’t tell me
Am almost there
The words are about to come out”
 
The honesty of her spirit
The purity of her spirit
Could be seen
At that moment
At the very first glance
But she was just a painting
So she needed me to speak.
 
Her point been…
Don’t just stare at me
Understand me.