But, You Don’t Know Me
You speak with me, every day.
Laying with me, in my private space.
Seeing the expressions, messages relayed,
Clearly displayed upon my face.
Responding with ignorance & a negative tongue,
As you demand to be heard, ALWAYS right NEVER wrong.
Forgetting the reflective connection, that made us one.
The binding love, unraveling, becoming undone.
Like a swimmer, drowning & gasping for air,
Arrogance, ego, dance with fear,
Pushing further away, what should be near.
Depleting the bond…In comes the coldness, the land of no cares,
All that you are, all that you see,
Designed & created…Simplicity.
You fight against self,
As I am the You, that You want to be…
But, You Don’t Know Me.
*It is amazing how at times, when in conflict or at odds with another, we miss the bigger picture. It starts with Self. One may want to start with looking at what type of reflection they’re casting. To know others, one must know themselves.
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