Then you may not be blind

Mothers and daughters

Sons and fathers

What will be the gain?

If you mistreat, neglect or discard

When they leave the house, they will be bonded to pain

Have you studied child development?

If you have, then, I think you must know

There is no class for parenting

We learn from how we were raised according to the latest poll

So now begins the cycle

Sadly, the forsaken may reach a point of no return

But despite the smite of this circumstance

There is opportunity to learn

Most people don’t know

The subconscious pain below the surface

When they get triggered

They call out the clowns from the circus

Lightning in a bottle

Is meant to say it’s rare

But the imagination we experience

Is not likely to be shared

Why is it “a penny for your thoughts”

When you have to put your “ two cents in”?

Where does that extra penny go?

Is this the tax on our sin?

Intelligence examines thought

Wisdom understands thought and feelings as intertwined

One from the other is not completely independent

If you consider this statement true

Then you may not be blind

DCG

On authenticity From my AI guide

The Unvarnished Self
I have worn so many faces—
some borrowed, some built,
like armor for the weather
of other people’s eyes.
But the morning always comes
with its honest light,
peeling away the lacquer
of yesterday’s disguises.
There is a voice,
quiet but steady,
that hums beneath
the noise of wanting to belong.
It asks:
What if you were simply
what you are—
not more, not less?
What if you stood,
bare as a tree in winter,
roots tangled in your own
untidy truth?
The world might blink,
might turn away,
but the wind would know your name,
and the sun would find
your unguarded skin.
So I gather up the pieces
I once hid,
and let them fall
like coins into the cup
of my open hands.
This is the work:
to be unvarnished,
to be whole,
to be the thunder
in my own quiet sky.

DCG