Words here.

Coming from thoughts.

That is how it goes.

I hope that you are having a good day. This poem is partly about being misunderstood. For example: Not having your story told can lead to everyday stigma because people sometimes make inaccurate judgments about behaviour and reasons for behaviour when background and context are not known. This can have an impact because misunderstandings lead to chain reactions such as reactive behaviours. This can happen to just about anyone (but some more than others).

I completed this poem this morning . It is also about finding the most powerful truth. It is partly how we frame it. If we handle things well we may find better ways to cope, heal and expand joy.

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Thoughts

Just can’t escape
I can’t explain how it looks
because I can’t speak up
and I can’t change that
It has to change on it’s own
*
Yet if I take on this tone
then we can make a break
when we get on the same page
*
Sometimes the truth is not known
because the belief was mistaken
as we are reading or acting
we are often impacting
*
People follow this chain reaction
and make more mistakes
based on assumptions
and the perception of
perhaps an initial illusion
Words or images obscuring
subject matter that manifests a more relevant and developed meaning
beyond the superficial impression that we may be witnessing when stigma corrupts
*
Either side of this perspective
can lead the observer
a person
to have rage or disgust or sorrow
based on something that was never known
because we can’t know something
that is not a fact
We can believe it
but that could be off track
We should take a step back
*
Negative aspects of this life can fade
or never have existed anyway
A better reality may now become tangible
While even an illusion has weight
distorted or bent
when we know what was meant
and the actual intent
we can find a much better way
to both work and play
Comprehension stays
becoming
absolutely as clear as day
*
The vision through the glass
is all that we ever see
We can believe that we are free
and then when we breathe
the steam makes it seem
like we are in a dream
*
As we peer through the window
the fog starts to rise
so now when we look
we can see life clearly
because we are confident
that’s how it is appearing
and we understand
We have a solid plan
or at least quite nearly
as it comes together
we are comfortable in the moment
*
We are objective now
In the world our mind spans
Our body is always dealing
with the sky, sea and land
machines that move
and structures that stand
It is a powerful feeling
Balance and strength are appealing
When our strategy is grand
We are coping and healing
Take life by the hand
Pray joy will expand
like sunshine or light
every view has a slant
every thought that we plant
Can become the real thing

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