The Paradoxicality of My Being – A Poem

I am the wordless poet

The writer who is

Linguistically disabled

And can’t find the right words

Even if they rain over her.

The poet who has lost

The ability to translate

Her emotions into words.

She feels as if all the languages

Have not put letters together

To form words that can describe 

The complexity of what she is sensing

Or the paradoxicality of her being.

The writer who cannot hold on

To beautiful words and they

Slip through her fingers like water.