Why Do Words Not Come Easy To Me? Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

Why do words not come easy to me?
When I try to explain the difficulties of life
I do get stuck with a pen on paper
and life lies empty in front of me.

Why do I have to rise up
to plummet into the depths of despair?
From a place like that
it’s even difficult to grasp some air.

Why does life sometimes
asks more than living from you?
Why are there always
more questions than answers?

The more you grow as a person
the less you become involved in life
when the world around you becomes hostile
and like a car trapped in a traffic-jam
there is nowhere to go
and the pure light in your heart
becomes artificial.

Why can’t life just be life
and words bear no reason?
Why do we need to hurt
and feel pain?

Why can’t I find the right words
to express the guilt and sorrow
when all things around me do fail
and the spoken word
has broken all of my relationships?

I do not comprehend
why things cannot stay the same.