I Wonder If.... Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

At times I wonder if poetry is a man
For it knows how to put words together to heal, to build, and to hurt a soul
I wonder if it's made of a man's genes
For it speaks louder to the deaf and softly to those who live to understand it

But what if poetry is a man and it means no harm?
And all that is seeks is a hand of a maiden to put meanings into its words?
Then if poetry is a man
It surely have a heart
For it understands laceration along with with lamentation..

But then what if poetry is no maiden and it knows no heart?
What if poetry is no human but a metaphor?
What if poetry is a man longing for a maiden to occupy the centre of his heart?


What if poetry is a maiden whose armour is fragmented by the pieces of her previous adulation?
What if poetry is maiden who have long been in lamentation and longing to be loved?

What if poetry isn't a man nor a woman
But a silenced voice of a crying soul?
What if poetry isn't a man but a verse hidden beneath his inner soul?
What if poetry is a tree and it longs to bore seeds of laceration while its roots are in lamentation?
What if........
What if..