If I were you





I grieve

I feel uncomfortable

Doubts

Tears running down my cheeks

My Heart aches


I mourn


Shame

Guilt

Disbelief

A multitude of feelings

Emotions

Perspectives

Waves in this ocean so vast


I feel


Inside

A scream

No more

No Sir

No ma’am

Just NO

 

I stop


I stop

I quit

I sit…


The rules

Who do they actually serve…?

I wonder

Questions

No answers

of logic arise


The Heart breaks out

It cries and cries

I realize

it’s time

to BE

No longer ruled

by anyone

other than

ME


The ME inside

I tried to hide

to run away from

Fight Fright Flee


I sigh


Which decree

has ordained ME

to obey

when that was against

the ONE

whom I’m

devoted to…?


I close


Chapters

in a book so old

it stinks

of

made-up stories

of

I’m right

it’s all your fault


But when we can not breath

anywhere

When we’re gasping for air

When we start to fight Each Other

for justice that’s not there…


How’s that for the puppeteers?...


I imagine


A world that’s free

Where I plus You and You

means WE


And…


if I was you

How would that be then

for me…


My hurting you

would then hurt me

My scolding

My condescending conduct

would not uplift

but deconstruct

and devaluate

me…

and thus partially

HUmanity…


isn’t that lowering

the power of you,

of me,

of

WE?...


But if I would learn to love

with all my Heart

How would that be then

for a start?


Would it help to allow -

instead of

waving away -

myself to grieve

To be wíth discomfort

doubts and

uncertainty?

To mourn

for it was We who have forsaken

WE…

and Thee


If I could learn to love

ALL of me

could that then WHOLE

HUmanity?...


I wonder


I question


I wish to See


HUmanity rise

So WE will BE

 

Ariëtte

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#letsmeethearttoheartandsoultosoul

pic: Philip Montgomery 'A man yells, “Hands up, don’t shoot,” in Ferguson, Missouri, 
while protesting the death of Michael Brown in August 2014'