Outside This Realm

Hopefully it won’t take a lifetime to learn that who we are is enough and all we have is privilege, undeserved. Until we see, not from within the confines of our own eye, but from a reality apart from this three dimensional world that everyone else is enough too, there will never be resolve. If I was blind I would not see your skin. If I were deaf I would not hear your hate or love or indifference. But this too would not quell, but inflame the senses that remain.
The more I am truly given,
The more I see
That it is all a gift;
If I have not what you have
If I am who you are not
What spurs this emotion
That counts me or you the better?
Hopefully, not a lifetime, for after death it is too late realized.
Thorns on a dead rose will still draw blood

 

dVersepoetrypub.com prompt is privilege, which to me implies prejudice. It lies within all of us, masked often by another word, preference.  I don’t know What kind of poem this is. It is free verse. It just is what I was thinking. Try not to be prejudiced.