Depths Of Understanding

Every deep thinker is a cup
Reaching for the bottom,
The hull pressing
Into dark water,
Afraid of what lies within.

They say to be misunderstood
Is a bitter pill to swallow,
But to be understood,
Well, that is a blade
Sharp enough to sever
The root from the stem,
To split the heart open
And leave it quivering.

No, it is safer to live
In the shadows of ambiguity,
To speak in riddles
And draw meaning
In the lines between words.