Anger, Poetry, Self-love

The Hump

We live in a world

As far as I can see

Where we constantly judge others

We just can’t let them be

We take our own truth

What we believe

Painting it all over

Other people we see

We assume we are right

Our way is the best

We send out the message

To hell with the rest

No room for personality

Or different temperaments

We lash out in anger

Or quietly resent

Because if others are wrong

And we are right

Then maybe we can get

A good sleep at night

We have lost the ability

To practise compassion and see

The beauty of someone

Not just like me

If we could only begin

Looking with an open heart

Simply recognising differences

Would be a good start

Oh, goooooooood Lord

Look at me

Why don’t I just go

Hug a fucking tree

Such words of insight

Oh so sage wisdom

As I secretly drown

In my own cynicism

As I write this poem

I sit in a hump

So, annoyed with someone

I want to give her a thump

Yes. I know this truth

Is so easy to write

But it’s much damn harder

to practise in our real life

She expressed her opinion

(She was rude and mean)

How dare she!

(My internal rant)

She is soooo NOT

part of the team!

But maybe sitting quietly

Simply channelling this poem

Has the purpose of hitting

A reminder home

A message meant only really for me….

It’s okay to allow others to

…… simply just be