forgive

I've been, again and again, proven wrong. And I am humbled in my ignorance, my youth, my immaturity, my inexperience, and my perspective. I can only see from these two eyes, so forgive me if it sometimes takes a little longer to imagine, empathize, and consider what your eyes see, what you hear and feel, what scar you bear, what memories you repress, express, and share. It can take me a while.
I can only see from these two eyes and I am as blind as a bat. I find my way through the darkness by whatever sounds and symbols are reflected back at me; so let me know. Tell me to shut up, tell me to speak out, tell me to hold my tongue, to lap it at the air, to cut it off.
Tell me and shout it out so that we can hear you. Or whisper if you wish me to hold your words in the cusps of my hands; for me alone these words shall be shared and I will tell you all of mine.
I've been proven wrong too many times yet still several times not enough. I've been proven wrong and I've ran from it, hidden from it, scowled at it, stamped on it, slept over it. I've been proven wrong and I will bear it like the scar you bear on your shoulder. I will hold it like water from the river as you prepare to wash your face before prayer. I will taste it like a parent feeding hot soup to a child. Clear, sweet, and beautiful are these wrongs - for they make me look through your eyes and blind those of mine.