Poetry: What if Life Were a Metaphor?


What if Life were a Metaphor?

Take a moment,
unwind your busy thoughtful mind…

Unfurl the concepts,
the now…and what is..

My friend,
I ask you this…
What if life, were merely, a metaphor?

That vast life, and never-ending beauty all around
was purely out of reach…
That somehow, this was just another entrance,
from that undiscovered open door…

A mirror image, of what we thought was…and is.
A reflection of our minds and unattainable knowledge…

…For somewhere beyond,
our weary hearts, lead us to that literal dead-end stone wall…
Our hands, surprised by its unending strength,
as if built by something else more superior…
Enlightened by an ethereal beauty
we can no longer physically touch…
because life…was merely a metaphor…

So…then, what could this possibly mean
for you and me?

What is this existence?
How does life sustain?

If- the journey, is merely a metaphor?

…or dear friend,
Are we all just in a cocoon…
locked into a well of deep slumber,

where we come to meet
in this such lucid episodic dream,

because – somebody said…


was just a metaphor?

– Ariana R. Cherry 2017

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