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Aug 2015
Her actions were bad but her thoughts were even badder.  She didn’t accept herself but grew to understand. She was shy, experienced and respectful. She didn’t understand your evils, she didn’t accept your bad decisions. She was a Judger and in this world Judgers were very  high ranked. It was hard to know what she was thinking but it even more difficult to ignore her shaky hands. Her understanding stare. Her unknowing moves and her confusing voice. We all thought she was crazy. I mean thats what they've taught us to see…right? I didn’t get it though. I did not understand how she was seen as bad and others were seen as good. The others didn’t know, they hadn't experienced truth so they couldn't understand it. Thats the problem here, people act as if they know everything but they haven't been through anything in order to understand it. Truth is complicated. Everyone acts as if they know the truth but yet they are nowhere near to truth. The truth is kind, understanding and harsh, most go crazy just looking into the eyes of truth. Truth is my king, my soul and my life. How do I know if my truth is the right version of truth? I don’t. But I do know that I know this world better than those that claim they are all knowing. How can you be all knowing? There is no such thing. If you were all knowing then time would end and your life would be answered. but its not and your confused still and thats what is the miracle of this life.
The people of my lands believe in love and hatred. They believe that both combined make up the truth and if both hatred and love work together then peace will come to us. I pray and long for a time when I am in peace. When my family, my friends and my followers are in peace. I hope for my enemies and my strangers to be in peace. I pray for peace in those who hurt and in those who have been hurt. I hope for peace to be shed out in every living creature whether worth it or not. Because in the end what being gets to decide who is worth it? No one. No one should have the power to decide when to end another's life.
Written by
Paloma Rubio
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