When something vulnerable
in you gets exposed
the fragile state of mind
where imagination gets mixed
and messed up with reality
and you wish, someone
would come and sort it out
for you, knowing just how
troubled you are, but that
someone is a figment of hope
never materializing in the
real world, the tantalizing
glimpses of which we read
in printed words, forgetting
that it is only us who knows
that soft spot, it is only us
that can sew it back as it was,
before the sharp edge of words
made a hole through our armour

7 thoughts on “Vulnerable

  1. Somebody once said “The pen is mightier than the sword.” As your poem clearly states, words can do enormous damage and it therefore becomes our responsibility to use them (words) wisely. Very good poem. Thx for sharing it. 🙂

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  2. This is so true. I remember with amazing precision what words hurt me and who said what.
    My Ma thinks that I figure too high on the list of people who keep a grudge, but it’s just that those shrapnels and chinks in the armour always leave behind the evidence of hurt..

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  3. I’ve just experienced this. And it’s so true. Noone or nothing can “fully” see through what deep inside us. And so true…esp. the ones we hid, locked up, and jumbled to try to forget.

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