2d
Your battles rage, and I see what scars scratch your skin; I see the weight you bear, your heart is a battlefield with unending spar.
In essence,
Distance gives you the view of their landscape;
Illuminating,
We glimpse our true selves through the reflections of others, like mirrors to the soul.
Like their garden, occupied by substanceβwhat withers; mirrors they appear themselves a guard and here I stand, in all my form, a 'lookout' may seemingly.
World is as vast,
My worries small.
Who am i?
Im just passing through; a tourist from a distance.
In essence,
Distance gives you the view of their landscape;
Illuminating,
We glimpse our true selves through the reflections of others, like mirrors to the soul.
Like their garden, occupied by substanceβwhat withers; mirrors they appear themselves a guard and here I stand, in all my form, a 'lookout' may seemingly.
World is as vast,
My worries small.
Who am i?
Im just passing through; a tourist from a distance.
This poem is meaning for someone close to you from the past, seeing their struggles and battles. Having awareness of his/her situation because he/she is not, caused by agony which he/she is busy with. Containing some reflection of who I am to care? I'm just someone empathizing anyway.
