by Devina

(Girl by Rachel Roth, click to see more)

I wonder about the people around me

About their hidden faces, their jutting angles

About what their wrinkles, facets and scars hold

Sometimes I do not think about the little things at all

Of time, there isn’t enough

We cannot all afford to be dreamers,

 But dream, we must


It struck me on a mundane hour

A seemingly insignificant minute,

Who is this person underneath my skin?

Do I know her at all?

How strange,

That I should attempt to figure out sudden strangers

When here is one who breathes with my breath

Who sees through my weak brown eyes

One who feels what I do

And drawn to the stars

Like the poor dazzled moth

How strange …


I’m not a little baffled, friend,

But the question still remains,

Who am I?

Like an insistent leaky sink in the silent night

A vital thing that goes wasted, yet the sound annoys

I cannot ignore it

No longer

Before I ponder the wonders of the world

I must seek to discover and map

This mystery that is me

Of the things overlooked in life

Myself? Oh no, I should think not

No, not me.

© Devina S.

4 Comments to “Introspect”

  1. Lovely Devina.

    Do you know you have 3 drafts in the dashboard 🙂

  2. “we cannot all be dreamers,
    but dream we must.”
    What a delightful and very profound line
    in a super poem.

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