The Weight of Difference, A Poem

It is a story as old
As time itself –
I knew you
I held your hand
I looked into your eyes
And traced the wrinkles in your smile.
When you cried
I cried too
When you were wounded,
I felt the same pain
And we never knew
The unrestrained weight
of difference.
Your eyes
A different color
Yet I saw that they were
Just another beautiful way to see.
Your skin
A different shade
But I trace the lines
On your beautiful face
And know
They tell their own story.
Your skin
Your hair
Your heart
Your soul
All bespeak a multitude of tales
Gently woven
And I dare to find its mystery.
It is not that you are different
In ways that are not fit for man,
But that you are different
So that I may seek
To learn
To grow
And that you may teach me.
And unfortunately,
As we grow –
We lose this ability
To truly see
And the weight of difference
Lays heavy on our hearts
We no longer touch
We no longer speak
We no longer seek to understand
And we only define beauty
By what we see in our own reflection.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Beautiful image courtesy of Morguefile (502artistb)

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. children are blessed that way,they reach out regardless of any differences they see or maybe they don’t unless we teach them to…beautiful,touching post Sum…love hugs

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      So true Seema. May we always remain young 🙂

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much!

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  2. maureenrose7 says:

    oh yes you got that right we do! what a beautiful piece of work Sumyanna! and i love the image to go with so pure and innocent i love it! ❤

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so much Maureen! So glad you like it. Not my image – but I felt that it went well together. We have a lot to learn from children 🙂

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      1. maureenrose7 says:

        yes you are absolutely right! just the way they can know each other for 2 minutes and reach out their liddle chubby hands and walk off best friends i swear my heart could burst when i think of it! how awesome would it be if we never lost that…if adults were just as comfortable become hand holding friends in an instant…aaah a girl can dream xoxo

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        1. Sumyanna says:

          Oh gosh yes! I feel the same inside – somehow I never lost that and I am often confused that others have tossed that aside. So sad. Yes – dream on!

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          1. maureenrose7 says:

            they have but i just keep being nice and some people are a bit cold but i find mostly everyone is friendly back but still not the same as when we were liddle. i help people in the store find stuff i just cant imagine not finding the time to be nice it just makes your day, your life so much better! xoxo

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