Untitled 2 Poem by Tea Kawana

Ive known the way you talk - ur change of conversation - ur alarms to which i myself i'm alarmed. Nd in instant, you roar upon al tht ppl hv built nd take me to the blame.its not 1 sided - giv an ear accompanied with patience to hear all.Our thots nd eyes dnt oways point us right.its frm othrs; each othr we notice our faultering to correct nd our strengths; wrongs nd rights. We cnt stop what we hear but we can choose what to get to take in frm all these hearings.The good we accept nd the bad are the residue left upon our filter. Sm tek bad 1s...nd find thm out to b stepping stones unkowingly discovering a strength- an evident 'impossibility' sm1 must hv thot.