We walk past the unnoticed,
Insisting they remain unseen.
Shout over the unspoken,
Their words unheard, assured.
In streets lined with untouchables,
Eyes fixed on paths familiar, unyielding.
Real problems of heart lie hidden, unresolved,
Questions unanswered, unexplored, obscured.
Will pleadings touch unyielding ears?
Will the unmovable whisper, “Let’s try?”
Will the unengaged refocus eyes?
Will we listen to understand?
Published by TheOtherKLM
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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