Can’t make myself

How will I make myself forget it?
My brain remembers the minutest things,


Why can’t I make myself talk about it?
I can’t seem to get over it,
How will I share, if no one knows about it?
I can’t seem to find words for it.

No amounts of walks and random paths,
Seems to make a difference to my heart,
No stories, no songs, have any effect now,
Even the good weather doesn’t influence me,how?
How will I make myself forget it?
My brain remembers the minutest things,
When will I open up and smile fully?
‘Reaching out’ aim shattered in front of me.

All the urgency, all the calls,
All the reminders, all the thoughts,
Nothing is important, no need for them now,
What I was afraid of, has happened now.


I realized that I had made a set form of reply to the question, ‘ How are you?’ . I could no longer answer it honestly, and would go to any length just to hide my pain or desire. I wrote this poem for myself, more than anyone else. I wrote it to accept a fact I was trying to run away from. I realized in my attempt to write this poem, how I need to first acknowledge the fall before I can begin to get myself up and back on track.

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7 thoughts on “Can’t make myself

  1. I like the way you have a small epilogue after your poems. I did that once time. It is a very nice touch. I enjoyed this poem. I won’t assume that is your personal feelings. The heroine starts with a question that draws the reader in. “No amounts of walks and random paths, Seems to make a difference to my heart,” These two lines describe the heroine’s despair perfectly. I thought you did a good job. I enjoyed the entire piece. I will wait for your response before saying more. I hope this helps.

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    1. Thank you for your comments. I love the way you don’t assume and always refer to ‘heroine’. I am not satisfied with my poems somehow. There is something that lacks. I feel that about a lot of my poems. And this was one of those topics where I wanted to express with crystal clear clarity. I even tried writing a new poem altogether, ‘how little can we depend upon time’. But still, .. Even now, I haven’t done it justice. I am open to any suggestions and advice about this and poetry or blogging in general.

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      1. Thank you. I write poems about the plight of women, obviously it comes from observation and not my own personal pain. So, I try not to think the poetess is expressing her own pain. You feel like that about YOUR poems or all poems in general? We as writers are always searching for perfection. We are our own worst critics. If you want. don’t post this. Was this from personal pain?

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      2. Yes. I was talking about my poems. It’s true that I am critical about my poems. Umm. This wasn’t exactly from personal pain. I wouldn’t call myself the heroine but an observer who felt the pain like it was her own.

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