There is this understanding...
That the road traveled goes both ways...
In some cases its a guarantee...
But direction always begs to be acknowledged
So the questions continue to remain...
We are all a story being told
The beginning...
Some where in the middle...
And an end that has yet to be...
Comprehension comes in understanding
The effort taken is done in compassion
Kindness can be a priceless gift given
As we hold space for another
We are existence given
Our vision contains a certain view
That's why, when allowed, reflection can be so deep
What allowance is given?
How far is tolerance pushed?
What demand has been put upon our embrace?
Because there are limits...
Everything is a possibility
Yet sadly, there comes a time when next to nothing can be done...
The distinction is in the choice
A minds point of view...
Footsteps may lead...
But the residue behind us always follows
Causing shadows to remain when a dividing line is made
As it becomes “me” against “them”...
A world buried within the world
Contained within and with out
Words state the purpose calling
As the difference takes up arms
Because the hurt felt is worth more than then next
Making every moment following an act of war...
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