By learning you, I’m deceiving me,
As common ground sprouts unfound knowing…
But how can I find you relatable?
When I can only see what’s showing?
The limits of your introspection
Prevent you from learning your own brain,
While your narrow means of expression
Dictates the parts you share and explain
Even if you could truly show me
The caverns of your inner being
I’d find a way to misinterpret–
For my lifetime frames how I’m seeing
You see, bias and beliefs I bring
To the intersection of me and you…
Obscuring your truth and totality
Accumulating in a narrow view
Still then, there’s your constant evolution
Sculpted by pressures of the hands of time,
It prevents my precise interpretation
You’re impossible to pinpoint and define
Preconceptions, privacy, and change
Prevent me from learning you as true
Since I cannot really know someone,
I’m deceiving me, by learning you
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written about the notion that we can never truly know someone.
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What a fantastic write! I relate and I second this! I feel, when we are trying to "learn" others, if we are being constantly nudged into validating them, it becomes even more difficult to understand the truth, specially when it means we have to give up our reality to make their version exist. Every one has their own version of reality, if we find a way to make these respectfully and peacefully coexist then getting to know others would be fun.
Is that my wife?
So much truth in this poem. How well do we ever know another? Listen with your heart and hope for the best.
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