
Knowing
Drowning
Still, I ask: is help my raft?
Seeing
Bleeding
This awareness, my own craft.
Answers whisper
In hollow tones,
A mirror sharp,
A world alone.
Hating
Fearing
The knowledge burns so loud.
Breaking
Taking
My pride beneath its shroud.
Where to go
When truth is weight?
Who to trust
With this debate?
Self-aware,
But not alive,
A maze of me
Where shadows thrive.
Help? Perhaps.
A voice or hand.
Yet here I stand—
And still I drown.
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
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Comments (11)
My favorite line is, “A maze of me,” because sometimes we have a hard time deciphering ourselves. We may understand others better than ourselves. Hmm, 🤔 lots of food for thought. Thank you for writing! ✍️
So deep 🥺
Very well-crafted and profound! Praying that things improve. 🙏🏾
This truly is a thought-provoking piece as I am still thinking about each line. 'A mirror sharp' - indeed.
This may not have been deliberate but this piece, to me, reads as a sequel to your reflections in “what does it mean to be human.” I think the human condition is this weird balance of self awareness against a largely indifferent universe— but this awareness of self and of the individual as a living concept is tempered by an impulse to seek unity with others. But the human condition is solitude— not necessarily loneliness but the condition of being alone— mentally. So we’re driven to love others and be loved as a means to satisfy that condition— and moments where we forget ourselves and are wrapped up in Others go a long way towards making the thing called life feel worthwhile. But they’re never permanent, and we’re always left with our own thoughts after the moment passes. There’s great satisfaction in moments where we forget we’re alone, but there’s also great satisfaction in moments of peaceful solitude where we accept who and what we are. The absurdity is that this reality— of being alone with our thoughts but striving instinctively to connect with others— connects us with all of humanity, in terms of baseline shared experience. The experience of individual awareness
That is super deep, girl. Why do you have such a sharp and intuitive mind? I mean "MashaAllah" ❤✨
A very relatable and deep poem, beautifully written Komal!💕✨
Gosh this hit me soooo hard as it was so freaking relatable. You captured how it feels so perfectly with your poem!
This is stunning piece! Deep emotions ✨
We can indeed feel overwhelmed by the knowledge of ourselves. A thought-provoking piece, Komal.
Excellent