Me, what do I want?
Respect, purpose, friends?

What to do with the rest of humanity?
Love them the best I can, and leave them alone.

I wish it were that easy
maybe it is, and I make it more difficult

but when something unfair seems to happen
when my vision is obsured

all I see are mine, me
what of the other?

Should I care?
If I can't am I a bad human?

The truth is not black and white
not easily seen, though there are those who think so

I see truth as a discarded ball of paper
we can see some of the words, but not all

and in trying to flatten the ball, we loose some of the truth
torn away from the whole

Only God sees truth

Moira Levant © December 6, 2019

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