The Stories You Never Tell

We're all made of skin and bones,
Of soil and maybe some clay.
We're made of blood and oxygen,
Or that's what people say.
It is the basic skeletal structure,
On which our bodies stand.
And we'd be pretty useless,
Without our legs and hands.
Now would you ever believe me,
If I say that's all untrue?
‘Cause your body, your shape, your skin,
Can't ever define you.
For you're made of broken promises,
Of the mistakes that you've made.
You're made of all those secrets,
Of the memories that never fade.
You're made of the ocean's calm,
And also of the embers of hell.
You're made of all the stories,
That you never seem to tell.

Author's Note

You have so many stories to tell but not the right people to tell them to.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a brilliant poem, feeling like an epic life lesson, done with popping rhyme & rhythm, beautiful way to SHOW instead of tell, painting a word tapestry of one set of ideas, comparing it to another . . . and so many original ideas in the way you describe the fullness of what makes us what we are. This is a very memorable poem! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Zoya]

Thank you so much again, Margie! You are so appreciated :)

[Gaurav]

a new experience arise from your words..and yes body is just a vehicle...along the ride..imprints on soul go way back in time

[Pragati Chaudhary]

I wrote a similar piece that read - we are made of grains & pleasure
crawling in the sand with some funny bones!


Beautiful!

[chrysantheranium]

Absolutely brilliant work, Zoya! We stand tall more than physically, and no matter how we look or portray ourselves we are always going to be walking novels who can only open up chapters at a time, if we do decide to open up at all. Without being conscious of it we know ourselves more than anyone else logically can... We may not always understand the chapters of our lives, but we will always live them, and always have the memories of pages long past to share with others in time of our and their need. We are much more than what is beyond the cover, and we carry weights heavier than what can be seen with the naked eye.

Keep writing!

[Zoya]

Of course! You've been extremely kind. I am so glad you enjoyed this piece and could relate. Thank you so much :)

[Abhishek Asthana]

" For you're made of broken promises,
Of the mistakes that you've made.
You're made of all those secrets,
Of the memories that never fade. "

Amazing lines, many of the beings can relate with it as it seems as a truth that lies within, but hardly one manages to notice. Great way to convey a message in a rhythmically written poem.

Keep writing !!

[Zoya]

So happy you could relate! Thank you so much :)

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

So true....but as long as we truthful to self and forgive ourselves so we can move on and grow....then we can live....🌹

[Zoya]

Uh huh :)
Thank you so much for the read and review!!

[Sawdust]

The breathtaking beauty of this token of art lies in the existincial crisis it puts you into. Simply astounding!!!

[Zoya]

Thank you so much! :)

[emipoemi]

some musicality issues around the mid section and towards the end, but daaaaang this is brilliant!! Those last two lines are goooooolden!! Well done!

[Zoya]

So glad you like it, emi! Thank you very much :)

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.

[Wild Rose]

Never seek to tell or stories we prefer not to tell
Memories so painful we try to forget

[Zoya]

Thank you wild rose, I appreciate your views :)

[wordman]

you`re right,we`re all made of untold stories

[Zoya]

Thanks a lot, wordman. Glad you agree :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome