Gate- a poem

WHEN did we each become so blind

That all we feel is dark?

Forgetting similarities,

And only seeing stark?

WE each go through our daily lives,

Determined in our minds,

That on our path, we’ll do our best

For what we’re yet to find.

THOUGH, irony in what I see

Is in the point of view

Of someone so embattled when

Their life differs from you.

AND as we walk our journey still,

With all that we create,

I only hope the fence we build

Will offer us a gate.

Retm