Saying the unsayable


The unsayable controls the dialogue
It controls the urge to say
And yet it cannot control
It lets the flow continue
It drives one to try
Until it is said what one dies to say
It will never be said completely
And so one tries
To speak
To write and to show
In forms chosen
In forms not chosen
Still, one tries
To say the unsayable
Forgetting it’s unsayable
And that is how art is born
From this quest, undying
The determination to say unsayable
It is no ambition, no aim to prove a point
It is a quest that gives a purpose to life
What one wants is to say
Say the sayable and the unsayable
It is the quest to say it before one dies
And be understood
If not acknowledged

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