One of the most beautiful things about metaphors is that they can have different interpretations. I wrote this as a metaphor for tears, but everyone has different interpretations. I appreciate that people take from it what they will.
WATER(doesn't)WORKS
Here,
In this desolate desert,
Everything seems so pointless,
So lonely;
And I’m so alone.
And in this parched land,
Somehow I can’t help
But turn the knob on the spigot;
I avoid it for as long as possible,
For once started,
It can’t be shut off.
I turn the knob
And let the water flow—
An endless stream
That soaks into the arid soil
And, like a drop in the ocean,
Improves nothing,
But leaves me empty.
Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-02-19 at 04:16
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