Some Questions In My Mind...

how does my silence
blend well
with the sounds of the cars
outside my hotel
window?

how can my prayer
co-exist with the heavy rain
tonight?

how can i be so helpless
despite these strong arms
these legs
this mind that probes like
a scalpel
to a restless tumor
in the brain?

how can i be so timid
against the rage of the other people's storms?

how can i not be myself
despite my
own knowledge?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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