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Delicate Conversstions: Grace
In the city of unforgiveness, I encountered an issue.. you could feel it in the air, this potent spirit of resentment.. little disagreement sparks Unquenchable flames, unnecessary they may seem, however, tread carefully..
My apartment, designed to see the beautiful skyline was occupied by conflict.. a misunderstanding. I.. a man of conversation was an empty page, a vessel without words.. a doll. I approached, we.. both in pain couldn't find beauty in the scenery.. strangely enough we found it in each other.. despite the lack of cohesion our eyes met in the window.. faded but noticeable. She was looking at me and I her, beyond what the outside could provide, we found comfort.. but I understood here is where our journey lies, here is where it begins.
She sat in the corner questioning the purpose of us being connected. it tends to happen when we allow words to fail in the most needed moments. It's unfortunate, that running away has become the only initiator of peace, when peace comes when we find the truth. It can be hard I know, but most things become that way when we redirect our investments, Diminishing our interests gradually. It hurts, it doesn't make you evil, that's just a response learned over time to manage familiar situations, but can we be better? can we see it differently?, can we not conform to the usual patterns of survival and question all that we see, only then we'll walk the right path to fix our problems.
"Darling" uttered softly with my arms stretched wide. She looked at me, upset, with a smile struggling to come out. She wanted to be held, she want me, who cares about the issue when we're at odds. she likes to figure it out together, she jumped into my arms, she held tightly and said "We need to talk about this, you know it should be us against the problem. not us against each other". something she always said to me, something I always believed yet failed time and time again. "I know.. I can have this understanding I'm headed in the right direction, but fall off, it's frustrating. however, it shouldn't get to this before I recognise it, it'll only leave us broken," she proceeded to say softly "You're not all at fault, I had my part to play.. patterns, habits.. it influences how we approach things, but what I love is.. we know it, so it leads to reconciliation.. I feel free"
"Darling, I apologise
I failed to see, I failed to notice
how dearly this is to you.
for speaking in such an arrogant manner,
I thought I understood
so may actions followed
behind what I believed,
foolishing thinking my thoughts
were reality..
instead of understanding
you in that moment to guide me
how to percieve what you truly mean,
but thank for giving me a safe space to
be vulnerable, I appreciate that you try to listen"
"I apologise my big bear,
I'm selective with the words I hear
so I responded based on them and not the full message, but yes I do try to listen..." we both laughed, and she proceeded to say
"but thank you for being gentle with me,
always seeking understanding
even in the heat of our conversations"
In the city of unforgiveness, I encountered an issue.. you could feel it in the air, this potent spirit of resentment.. However, we did not allow ourselves to be engulfed in its schemes nor conform to its will.. but reconcil and cherish the power of delicate Conversations.. leading to understanding.
© fruitfulodyssey
My apartment, designed to see the beautiful skyline was occupied by conflict.. a misunderstanding. I.. a man of conversation was an empty page, a vessel without words.. a doll. I approached, we.. both in pain couldn't find beauty in the scenery.. strangely enough we found it in each other.. despite the lack of cohesion our eyes met in the window.. faded but noticeable. She was looking at me and I her, beyond what the outside could provide, we found comfort.. but I understood here is where our journey lies, here is where it begins.
She sat in the corner questioning the purpose of us being connected. it tends to happen when we allow words to fail in the most needed moments. It's unfortunate, that running away has become the only initiator of peace, when peace comes when we find the truth. It can be hard I know, but most things become that way when we redirect our investments, Diminishing our interests gradually. It hurts, it doesn't make you evil, that's just a response learned over time to manage familiar situations, but can we be better? can we see it differently?, can we not conform to the usual patterns of survival and question all that we see, only then we'll walk the right path to fix our problems.
"Darling" uttered softly with my arms stretched wide. She looked at me, upset, with a smile struggling to come out. She wanted to be held, she want me, who cares about the issue when we're at odds. she likes to figure it out together, she jumped into my arms, she held tightly and said "We need to talk about this, you know it should be us against the problem. not us against each other". something she always said to me, something I always believed yet failed time and time again. "I know.. I can have this understanding I'm headed in the right direction, but fall off, it's frustrating. however, it shouldn't get to this before I recognise it, it'll only leave us broken," she proceeded to say softly "You're not all at fault, I had my part to play.. patterns, habits.. it influences how we approach things, but what I love is.. we know it, so it leads to reconciliation.. I feel free"
"Darling, I apologise
I failed to see, I failed to notice
how dearly this is to you.
for speaking in such an arrogant manner,
I thought I understood
so may actions followed
behind what I believed,
foolishing thinking my thoughts
were reality..
instead of understanding
you in that moment to guide me
how to percieve what you truly mean,
but thank for giving me a safe space to
be vulnerable, I appreciate that you try to listen"
"I apologise my big bear,
I'm selective with the words I hear
so I responded based on them and not the full message, but yes I do try to listen..." we both laughed, and she proceeded to say
"but thank you for being gentle with me,
always seeking understanding
even in the heat of our conversations"
In the city of unforgiveness, I encountered an issue.. you could feel it in the air, this potent spirit of resentment.. However, we did not allow ourselves to be engulfed in its schemes nor conform to its will.. but reconcil and cherish the power of delicate Conversations.. leading to understanding.
© fruitfulodyssey
