The Window Opens
You can never truly comprehend
the pain that person is feeling
until you’ve walked in their boots
and find, you too, are kneeling.
You saw them walking miles and miles
and all the time you thought you knew,
but you never took each step with them
and felt the torture they went through.
You thought you’d put their world to rights
and so your words were spoken,
then you put your feet in their shoes
... and found the window opened.
© Marjorie H Morgan (2013)