Walk with me, as our feet hit the ground, with common sound.
In unison, like beats atop the drum, with that thumping pound.
See with me, using a movie camera, recording the latest scene.
Stopping and pausing, making sense of the camouflaged green.
Your memories, your past, determine what you really can see.
Seeing something different, the same, if you get what I mean.
The same is really different, but different the same, just as well.
Connecting the new, to the known, with your failure, or excel.
Two eyes, then four, focus becomes blur, unlike ever before.
Shaking and nodding your head, knocking loose the unsure.
Confidence to uncertainty, then confusion to shared clarity.
Seeing clarity that’s free from obscurity of any such disparity.
Experience with me, what it is like to just live inside of my skin.
Everything changes from the end, until the time that we begin.
Inside of my body, will change point of view and perspective.
Not making decisions or judgements, thinking that I’m defective.
It’s easy to reject empathy and connection, for projecting shame.
Not even thinking of anyone, but yourself, with all of your blame.
Making choices for you, not them, with directions you’ve supplied.
You’ve broken the sacred trust, with the freedom you then denied.
The best decision for you, not even the best decision for them, too.
Seeking connection and compassion, helps you see point of view.
Don’t ever make decisions for another, for they aren’t a small child.
With love and belonging. you can decipher the tame from the wild.
Written by: Craig Dunkeleberger
Photo by: Freepik
Poetry for Emotionally Smart Living 