The hardest wall to breach is not the silence,
But the loud assumption of a world defined;
The certainty that seals the other's mind,
And builds a cage around their true resistance.
To wear the mantle of unearned wisdom,
To claim the knowledge of the hidden map,
Is to spring a calculated, subtle trap
That starves the living voice inside the kingdom.
You hear the echo, but despise the sound
That doesn't match the script you have prepared;
The conversation is a stage declared,
Where only one perspective is profound.
And in that space, the breathing soul is muted,
A puppet figure managed by a thread;
They stand beside the self that you have bred,
Their truth a fruit forever unpolluted,
Unseen, untouched, behind the glass you hold.
They try to speak, but find the words are hollow,
For every thought they frame, you rush to follow
With the tired tale that you have always told.
This absence of inquiry, keen and deep,
Is where communion withers into dust;
It turns the vibrant tie to cold distrust,
And leaves the one misunderstood to weep.
They feel the pressure of the sealed conclusion,
Locked in the fiction that you cling to tight,
A shadow struggling toward the faintest light,
Trapped in the mirror of your own illusion.
To truly know, one must surrender sight,
And trade the book of answers for the ear;
To drop the certainty that draws the tear,
And humbly ask the other, "What is right?"
For listening is the key to every gate,
And love begins the moment we admit
We only know the space where we commit
To waiting for the truth, however late.
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- Comment from author about the poem: If you are always assuming you know how others think and feel, you stop listening and communicating and leave them feeling trapped or misunderstood.
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