Understand Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

The crucial art of collaborating anything is difficult to understand.
It’s difficult to fathom the universe and any problems at hand.
We depreciate anything good that happens. Waiting for the bad.
There are fathoms among fathoms of decisions and answers and questions we want answered. We want explained.
The refulgence of finding out answers and finally understanding…is wonderful.
But then the brinkmanship of the world comes back. The lies and the bluffs and the uncertainty.
We believe in an omnipotent being. Something to make it better again. Something to explain, something to help us understand.
Our minds and olfactory are as strong and brittle as an adobe house.
With time they wither and leave us damaged and broken. There is nothing after a certain time except for ash and dust and broken pieces of our former selves.
Maybe this is why we have trouble understanding. Maybe this is why we never truly find happiness because of our questions and wants and needs. But one day we might understand. And maybe we won’t. It all depends.