The Space Between Thoughts

For some time now,

a roof of wisdom had grown over her head.

It sheltered her from many storms that spread,

sometimes even from the biting cold

and the slow drip of Chinese water torture;

so bold indeed to be her.

She no longer felt the urge

to contradict a different point of view,

even when it felt strange and askew,

it was a new kind of crookedness, too.

Somehow, her perspective had shifted.

curiosity within her had lifted.

She sought to understand the roots more deeply

from which expressions of another’s mind

might creep.

No longer afraid to think with grace,

drawing from the depths of her neural space,

she wanted to be there, all of herself,

to explore and discover those feelings of old,

when she wasn’t just agreeing to what she was told.

A beautiful new world to behold!

She often met those who lived in fear,

who kept their minds closed, unwilling to hear,

clinging to ideas that fluttered like sparrows,

straight from the pages of books — seemingly neutral —

but dangerous like sharp stinging arrows.

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Author’s note: In this poem, I explore my journey of self-growth and the power of curiosity that resides in each of us, humans. I wanted to show some balance between being open-minded and closed-minded, how our views can change when and if we agree to explore new ideas. As we think about understanding different perspectives and the courage it takes to question what we’ve always believed, we might meet people who keep to their old and familiar ideas out of fear.

True wisdom is about daring to explore, too ask questions, and grow. I hope my poem encourages you to reflect on your journey. Try to be more curious in this amazing world full of possibilities.

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* I originally published this poem here.*

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