Illuminated

How hard is it to see from the other side?

To put your feet in another’s shoes, to feel what they’ve felt? You’ve experienced so much through your years, not unlike theirs. Your heart has felt their pain, their love, their laughter, their sorrow. Your soul has danced the steps beautifully, graciously.

Intentions raised higher than those before you, yet you falter and stand to the wayside. No imaginary scenes play in your head while they silently scream their woes. Deaf ears only mute your sight, jaggedly narrowing your views. Doth thou believe thou are above all else? Your place is in the clay we all were borne from. Where the sun shines brilliantly, and the grass grows no matter where you go.

Yet still you can’t empathize with the plights of your fellow man. When were the holes bored through your skull? Breathlessly you beg to be seen, yet see no one.

You’ve experienced so much through your tears, not unlike theirs. Your eyes have seen their pain, their love, their laughter, their sorrow. Your ears have heard their pain, their love, their laughter, their sorrow. Your hands have felt their pain, their love, their laughter, the sorrow. You aren’t so darkened as to not be illuminated to the truth.

You aren’t so jaded to this side. The grass is greener down here in the clay.