where it came from

 

"where it came from"

 


To speak only for myself
is a kind of shelter,

 

to speak so another can meet me
is a kind of risk.

 

So, I do what I’ve always done:
shape the truth just enough

 

that it can leave the room
without losing its centre,

 

but not so much
that it forgets where it came from.

 

 

 

 

 


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Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-07-13 at 12:41

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2026-07-20


Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
that it can leave the room
without losing its centre,

but not so much
that it forgets where it came from.

if it is metaphorical, what does it mean concretely ?
losing its centre? its balance as human?
and why a man would loose his balance getting out of the room ?

too much possibilities don't allow me to fix my ideas or may I say, I miss the context...
2026-07-14


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
but not so much/
that it forgets where it came from.

...such wise words, which I can so clearly empathise with. Bravo.

Blessings, Allen
2026-07-13


Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
I quite understand the words expressed.
I put my foot in my mouth.
I'm learning.
From you.
2026-07-13