WHAT IS KNOWN?

A distant heart, unwilling to write its own story

Time dances in circles, a partner to none.
Years slip by, one after another.
But there she is refusing to acknowledge time,
While time partners with everyone.

Life moves on, just like that.
Sadness creeps in, happiness blossoms out.
Yet, she remains untouched,
As friends chase after fairy-tale lives,
Pulled by the gravity of change , to find a string connecting tangled knots.

But she stands still...
Behind a locked door,
With keys nowhere to be found.
While others long to open their door,
She barely cares if it opens at all.

A sea of faces waits to write endless stories,
Yet she only glances at their words,
Her gaze distant, her heart unmoved, not wishing to pen her tales.

They think she’s waiting for that one missing piece,
The final puzzle to complete her picture.
But no...
She squints her eyes,
Realizing the puzzle holds far more missing pieces
Than anyone ever imagined.

Author's Note

Just a random muse. Stated to write something but ended by penning something else.

Reviews

[Manta Ray Lily]

I can see some real deep bruises scarred in that poor girl so helpless and sorry for herself trying to get rid of the chains she has been held to. I mean that's how i interpreted this poem (please correct me if I am wrong). Emphasizes more on the little ray of hope that's hidden tight in the girl's heart which is a key highlight. It's a lovely written poem. Nice work!

[Inkspire]

Thank you
Interesting interpretation
I just wanted to write about someone who is trying to figure out what they want while it feels like others around had already figured out what they want and is already working towards it.

[Manta Ray Lily]

Ohhhh my bad sorry... but an interesting perception you got there!

[Dylan Macadham]

This one hooked me, had to keep reading to find out who SHE is ... but didn't, I can only guess, and that makes me think! ...which is, of course, the Poet's aim! Well done :)

[A.H.]

quite an interesting write. this explores the knowns and unknowns of a person here. yes, the time keeps ticking and years pass by. I like the last stanza - it lends meaning and connects the write. thanks for sharing, enjoyed reading it.

[JessyJacob]

This poem is inspiring to write my own lines.
Thank you for sharing.

Jessy Jacob

[Soren]

Some great lines and the meaning I get is that we know less than we think. In fact I would agree every year what we thought was true turns out to be false. I might say we really know nothing at all with many pieces of the puzzle we have put in the wrong places. A great write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love the first line...that is an attention grabber...wonderful personification.
Sometimes, as Sheryl Crow put it...we become "strangers in our own lives."
nicely penned metaphor.
j.

[Inkspire]

Thank you
Yes , we sometimes become strangers in own life
Originally was going to write about defying social expectations or peer pressure but ended writing different