Prose - Freedom From Judgment
There is never a moment
Unadorned by discomfort
As the chair upon which I sit
Ages
I cannot ignore the things
Which I never contemplated
The pressure
Of responsibility
And consideration
Of every possibility
Of who can be hurt
By action
Or inaction
Listing to the side
Of inadequate resolution
Reason mired in choice
Each point of view
Equally valid
With no discerning
Characteristic
Or value
Other than its own being
No matter if still-born
It’s life
Whether unconventional
Traditional
Or illegitimate
To be held aloft
And praised
For it is among us
And that is enough
As my yoke tightens
And all judgment dies
In the acquittal
Of ideas
Of dishonesty
Of misunderstanding
Of blinded eye
Of perception
Of selfishness
And freedom
To be
Right
Or wrong