Plausible Poem by RIC BASTASA

we resort to something plausible
to explain
our inner struggles
a pain that seems
endless
recurring
resting only on some
corners
for a while

we resort to something easy
to explain
our misery
and soon enough
we exhaust
everything plausible
we look
for openings to find
another entrance
of belief
a cool resting place
of faith
gaining a little insight
of confidences

some tell us
to get an anchor
i try this and that
only to find
myself again floatin
like a bouy
feeling so light
like a styrofoam
my nature is to float
rebelling anything
that sinks
to the bottom
wanting to see
the sun
and thus experience
this
blindness

God must be
so forgiving
I am still alive
and always
searching
questioning

a curious child
whose curiosity
may kill a cat