WORDS AND WEAPONS
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them?
Tilek svi’khaf-spol t’vathu – tilek svi’sha’veh:
The spear in the other’s heart is the spear in your own (For you are he).
Why do we wound each other so with words?
You support and mentor, guide and empathise.
Then the new kid on the block arrives
They know more than you
They know better than you.
Your feelings are trampled
Your words are misused
“I don’t mean to be disrespectful
But what you have said is distasteful”
Those words in themselves shout disrespect.
You have your own view
I can respect it
Please respect mine.
Neither is one hundred percent right
Nor one hundred percent wrong.
Don’t trample on my words and thoughts
Don’t hold me up to ridicule.
I should not have to defend my feelings
Don’t be last word Johnny.
We all experience life and what it has to offer in different ways
We are all unique individuals.
When you can walk in my shoes and feel my pain
Then you will have a right to comment.
Until then show some compassion and understanding for others
Don’t preen in public.
Acknowledge you don’t know everything
When the time comes for you to stand in this space
My hope for you is that there will be someone
To hold your hand and walk with you.
‘The spear in the other’s heart is the spear in your own – (For you are he).’