@feebie 28 May 2020 more from that month

Question Me (poetry)

I have walked countless miles And I have seen many faces, places, events, and things I have brushed shoulders with strangers Who wore their life stories on their sleeves And their faces But I was too distracted by the color of their eyes Or their fabulous hairstyles to notice, That They were saying to the world As they just walked on by… DO YOU SEE ME? They were displaying the story of their lives For all the world to see, In the way that they limped through life Or the way that they expressed a lazy smile If they smiled at all. Or the way they pulled their shoulders inward Or how they were so careful not to touch Or brush up against those they walked amongst.

And sometimes it was that distant stare Showing that they were self-consumed and pre-occupied. Through the millions of encounters Of this lifetime I missed it, Misinterpreted, failed to receive The communication that the strangers Of which I am thee and they are me. That I walked side by side with each day Had something to say. They spoke in their very being of their hurt and fears, Their insignificance it seemed And in the way, they hurried from one place to the next, Was their scream. That life had been unfair and that no one seemed to care And how they were at wit’s end And that desperation and hopelessness were setting in. And in their abrasiveness or to the other extreme their overfriendliness They were reaching out in a whisper That they were alone or amongst many yet still lonely, and suspended As they struggled to find their ground. And their scattered energies made life appear to be just a dream. I was never able to come to their rescue And maybe it was not my task to do But still, the chance was never mine to entertain Because I missed what they truly wanted to say That was right in front of me. And as the world turns, life goes on and my story continues Yet of only a mere fraction thereof do I remember. I have gone to universities For them to teach me what I already know And did not need, And I paid them to do so. All because there is an inkling That there is something more Indeed. And in truth, I am sensing knowledge that is already there, Lingering in the reservoirs of my periphery In records just waiting for me to tap into and access. Experiences and knowledge of things both original and shared from this lifetime And many lives before,

I have learned more than what I remember I have taken in through my eyes A million things that did not register consciously

But got lost in translation Because mentally I could not keep up with all that my eyes took in Of the rapid rate at which I felt things Heard noises that went unnoticed That got processed and pushed deep into the subconscious of my mind Because a part of me deemed these things unimportant, So the experiences got logged in file 13 Somewhere in the backroom of me Yet all these things are still there Lying dormant And about them, I have a knowing An experience with. So Ask me, question me, about many things And allow us both to be surprised At the answers that were long ago forgotten but once again shall manifest. Triggered by the questions you request.

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