Some posts bear republishing in their entirety. This one is from Book 2, Transitioning and was published here 4 years ago.
With all that is happening in the world today, the poem is eerily relevant.
Enjoy REALITY.

Reality is subjective
For we may experience
The exact same moment
Differently

We may witness a sunset
In all its glory
Yet the colors we see
Are not the same

We may speak the words
Of a concerned heart
Yet those words may hurt
When only meant to heal

It seems so simple
To merely learn
That what others feel
Requires our respect

And though we may not agree
We must strive to understand
For without that
We cannot move forward