The context of the poem was that someone I was rather close to was furiously, horribly, intensely upset with someone else.
The Damage You Do
I'm not saying that I don't have blind spots, too.
I just want to express
(to cry out before it devours you)
that I see one of yours.
And I wouldn't bring it up,
I wouldn't mention it
except I see what it does to you
and what it's doing to others.
And it makes me so incredibly sad
so mortified that this has come to pass
that I want to come at you
screaming
and railing
and pounding you
...until you see.
But screaming, railing & pounding
only make the turtle
disappear behind his armor.
So I know I must become gentle
and patient,
an apt teacher.
I need to mirror you to yourself
in such a way
that you will see with your own eyes
the damage you do.
And I need to plead before God
that he will unshutter your eyes
and melt your heart
and teach you once again
of the depth and form of his forgiveness,
enabling you to forgive.
I'm not saying that I don't have blind spots, too.
I just want to express
(to cry out before it devours you)
that I see one of yours.
And I wouldn't bring it up,
I wouldn't mention it
except I see what it does to you
and what it's doing to others.
And it makes me so incredibly sad
so mortified that this has come to pass
that I want to come at you
screaming
and railing
and pounding you
...until you see.
But screaming, railing & pounding
only make the turtle
disappear behind his armor.
So I know I must become gentle
and patient,
an apt teacher.
I need to mirror you to yourself
in such a way
that you will see with your own eyes
the damage you do.
And I need to plead before God
that he will unshutter your eyes
and melt your heart
and teach you once again
of the depth and form of his forgiveness,
enabling you to forgive.