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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Your own author's note encapsulates this poem's meaning. Assuming is a necessary part of life but for fairness requires checking them out with the other person and being open minded enough to reject our version for theirs when corrected. Assumptions build walls of imprisonment that need to fall when discovered false. And yes as stated in the poem changes assumption to understanding when one listens and accepts. A most thought provoking write
Thank you, Sorenbarret, for stopping by and reading my poem.
Alright, touche, I posted the incorrect title for my poem, I posted assuming when it should have been assumption, I used the wrong adjective, and you pointed it out, I am correcting it, thank you. I was not aware that individuals provide guidance on writing styles or title usage, but I appreciate your feedback and will exercise greater caution in the future.
Hadn't noticed that myself until you pointed it out. The two seem synonymous to me but you are right there is a fine distinction in verb and noun. Sorry I did not mean to be knit picky and that it came across that way. The poem is masterfully worded and well constructed and either title works
My friend, I’ve lived this…having someone script who you are before you speak, and watching connection die in that silence. You wrote it with a clarity that hits home. Well done, Friendship!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, TristanRobert Lange. I value your visit and the time you took to read my poem.
You are most welcome, my friend!
“ To wear the mantle of unearned wisdom”….
Tough line
Thank you, Demar Desu. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, and most of all for your kind comment. It reminds me of Carl Jung's famous quote.
I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become. You are what you do, not what you say you'll do.
Growing up, I didn't have as much emotional intelligence and still lack at times these days. There was an unspoken love that you had to learn and navigate in silence. The poem tells me that we cannot love what we cannot hear. And sometimes the reverse can also be true, that if it's all we ever hear but not felt in action it becomes empty sounds that lie to us giving false hopes and assumptions. A very powerful read here. 🕊️🙏
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