I no longer want to be an open book
I want to be shrouded in mystery,
veiled in obscurity,
blanketed in secrecy
and camouflaged in ambiguity
I want to abandon all impulses
and live in concealment
I want to be unknown to all
and be known to only myself
I am a catalyst waiting to erupt
I am an unconventional puzzle with pieces missing
This is a really powerful poem; is it yours dear sister?
ReplyDelete-Faisal
Yes it is and thank you very much for the comment, very much appreciated!
ReplyDeleteOmayma K.