Judge & Juror

Whispers behind closed doors, words spoken with no understanding.

A thick fog of judgment hanging in the air.

A vision, like a table spread before me, I stand in the distance and as if I am peering through a slightly distorted looking-glass, I watch the web unfold before me. 

My legs grow tired watching the web unravel and I sit for awhile, feeling weighed down by the words- those damned words, spoken out of judgement and insecurity.

But I am not mad- no, no - it simply makes me sad for what might have been.

How things could have played out so differently if we had only taken the time, but I recognise the humanity and duality within each of us.

And so, I will take those words, those webs spun and I will not allow it to weigh me down or break me.

I will transmute it and turn it into something beautiful. 

A mirror is what we are to each other.

Forever challenging the other with the question of, “Am I triggered or am I activated?”