Judgment, misunderstandings, self-protection,
all weapons of mass destruction:
wounding others and ourselves,
with each thought and resulting action.
Lady Macbeth knew this,
why did we not heed her justice?!
Warning bells clanging,
freeing us to step onto a new precipice?
There's blood on my hands,
every time I don't trust and understand,
but think I know it all,
and make my many, many demands.
Perfectionism has been my cleansing balm,
but, in the end, it's just caused more harm —
Relearning is my matrix,
continuously transforming and claiming calm as my healing balm.
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 8:13 PM UTC
Judgment, misunderstandings, self-protection,
all weapons of mass destruction:
wounding others and ourselves,
with each thought and resulting action.
Lady Macbeth knew this,
why did we not heed her justice?!
Warning bells clanging,
freeing us to step onto a new precipice?
There's blood on my hands,
every time I don't trust and understand,
but think I know it all,
and make my many, many demands.
Perfectionism has been my cleansing balm,
but, in the end, it's just caused more harm —
Relearning is my matrix,
continuously transforming and claiming calm as my healing balm.
In this world we will have trouble, but take heart, I have overcome the World. John 16:33
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