How Can I Trust?
My tastes are not to my taste
How can I trust my nose?
When it likes the smell of petrol,
Volatile, Sharp, and Harsh.
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How can I trust my skin?
When it tingles in delight in
the Frigid, Spiteful, Cold.
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How can I trust my tongue?
When it's tastes are so differing,
Salty, Bitter, Peculiar.
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How can I trust my ears?
When they believe your honied words,
Poured slow and seductive.
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How can I trust my eyes?
When they cry such tears over you,
Treacherous, the lot of me.
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A/N: This is a sad poem I wrote on the back of a WIP before I fell ill. What do you think? I would love to hear your interpretations of each verse!
As for me, I can only apologise once more for being so inactive on here! Fortunately, I finally have some medical answers! I have been diagnosed with PCOS. Currently, I am trying to find a way forward without too many medications. If anyone has any advice I would love to hear it!!
-TWW
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Nice dichotomy of ideas in your verses which are unique. Can we trust ourselves if our behaviours are at odds with our identity?.. There are some deeper meanings here to explore, right! 😊 Terrific job!
First wishing you all the best. Glad you finally have some answers. I loved the way you set this up to get to your ears and those honied words, wonderful job.
Firstly TWW, you owe us no apologues for being away!! You come first always!! 💚 I loved the sensory elements of this one. The way you brought us through each sense and gave the emotional betrayal of them was so clever!! I'd love to know what WIP this is for... 🤔
This must feel salient when your body is rebelling.
Sorry for the diagnosis, but I'm glad you finally got the answers. I speak speak of treatments, as I have not had the condition. I love and relate to your poem. Sometimes it's hard to ourselves, let alone others.
You know what? Having answers can sometimes be daunting but at least you now know what you're dealing with. Pleased for you and hope that they get you sorted with a treatment plan soon. As to your poem, it feels to me like it is about a relationship where you can't trust your senses two-fold: (1) because they send you the same signals for things that give pleasure as they do for things that harm and (2) because you can't interpret what they're trying to tell you, knowing what the object of your affection can do to you i.e. hurt you. They are misleading in every regard - you want to trust your senses but they react in the same way to negative things, so how on Earth are you meant to know what's what? You should be able to use these instinctive responses to ensure your safety and security but you can't.
Och, sorry pal...that diagnosis sucks but at least you know now? Know your enemy and all that. I asked Ruth about it, as she has it, but doesn't suffer so much from it. Your poem is a reminder of what a great writer you are and how much you put into your writing. I felt like I could relate to it. It felt like it might be about love, a toxic relationship, but then also might be about having lack of trust in yourself and your own mind? I may be way off...that was just some thoughts I had...cos not being able to trust your sense of smell, taste, touch, hearing and your mind. Anyway, I'll stop mumbling. Hope you do find a way forward with your condition and great, as always, to read something by you! :)
Oh no, I'm so sorry about your diagnosis 🥺 I hope it would be manageable without medications. As for your poem, I especially loved the last stanza!