My Private Hell
When we meet someone, see their
Exterior, watch their behavior
Assumptions are made
About who they are as a person
As if we know them in some deep Way.
This leads to a relationship being formed that
May or may not be true.
But did we take the time to listen, to hear
the cry inside, hear the story
from start to finish
to understand what
makes them a unique individual.
Do we see the scars on their heart,
The wrinkles on their face
And the origins of such.
I wonder what kind of world we would live in,
If we took the time to
BE with another person,
Just as they are,
Not from the lens of who we are.
True love occurs in an authentic union,
Honesty, acceptance and
It is easy to love when we truly know another
In the deepest of manners.
It all makes sense then,
And the struggle is gone,
Take the time to be a friend or a Lover
It is our deepest need
And satisfies the Soul
In a way nothing else is able to.