A Poem I Could Never Fully Understand

Metaphors sailing along the lines,
a language only silence dares to define,
when the world chooses not to understand,
she is a poem I’m still trying to comprehend.

Between pauses and gentle words,
she gives birth
to what the world needs to hear
a beauty that unfolds from within.

She hides her wounds beneath layers of metaphor,
her words are silent confessions that softly overflow
a quiet attempt to name old pain,
so that healing might finally begin.

 

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Yanma Hidayah

Fri 25th Jul 2025 09:31

Dear Rolph,
Good evening from Indonesia, and thank you so much for your beautiful words.
Reading your reflection truly touched me, and knowing that it resonated with you in such a personal way means more than I can express.
You're absolutely right, sometimes the deepest pains are spoken through the soft veils of metaphor, in the hope that someone might still hear. I'm grateful that you listened deeply, not just to the poem, but to the echoes behind the words.

With gratitude,
Yanma

Rolph David

Fri 25th Jul 2025 09:21

Good morning Yanma,
Your poem moved me in a quiet, almost haunting way. The line “she hides her wounds beneath layers of metaphor” especially stayed with me — it captures something so true about how many of us speak pain without ever naming it directly. There’s such tenderness and reverence in the way you describe her — not as someone to solve or define, but as someone to listen to, patiently. It made me reflect on the people I’ve failed to understand simply because I wasn’t listening deeply enough. Thank you for putting that into words — or rather, into poetry that lingers long after the reading.
Regards,
Rolph

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