The Paradox Of Clarity And Confusion Poem by oio ZIGA

There is a weight in knowing too much needs healing;
A heart swollen with silence,
A mind restless with the noise of unfinished silent squabbles.

Foes and familiar faces blend,
No longer easy to name or blame,
Like fruit and bitterness in a single gulp.

The self walks beside its shadow,
Both scorched on the same road,
Trailing the harsh sun of things left unforgiven.

What is truth when pain has no clear villain?
What is peace when even the soul splits in two?

...layered tensions at the heart of the human condition.