The Sword of Perspective

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A Poem on the Power of Different Viewpoints

Introduction: Have you ever had an argument where both sides felt right? Often, we cling to our own viewpoint, forgetting that truth is rarely one-sided. This poem tells the story of three best friends—two torn apart by misunderstanding, and a third who teaches them a lesson about seeing beyond their own perspective.


Once in a land where golden meadows lay, 

Three closest friends had never known a fight,

But soon, their laughter faded into gray.


A whispered doubt had set their bond alight,

Each swore the other led their trust astray,

And turned their love to anger overnight.


The third, who watched their friendship fall away,

Devised a plan to mend the bitter scar,

A lesson neither pride nor rage could sway.


He placed a sword between them, gleaming far,

A diamond in its hilt—so bold, so bright—

And asked, “What color marks this gem’s memoir?”


"'Tis red!" one cried, his gaze locked firm in sight.

"You fool!" the other snapped, "The stone is green!"

Again, their voices rose into the night.


Then spoke their friend, his tone composed, serene,

And turned the blade so both could truly see,

For now, each hue had shifted in between.


Their anger stilled—like waves upon the sea,

For truth was not as rigid as they swore,

But bent and danced from where one chose to be.


They stood in silence, lost in humbled thought,

The weight of all their blindness laid to rest,

For now, they knew the lesson they’d been taught.


How often do we stand behind one door,

Believing ours the only world in view,

And never turn to see a little more?


The truth is vast—it wears a thousand hues,

Yet wisdom blooms in those who dare to find,

That different eyes may hold a truth as true.


Reflections: Misunderstandings rarely stem from lies—they arise when we see only a part of the truth. The world is not just red or green—it is both, depending on where you stand. Next time you face conflict, remember the sword. Turn it around. Look again. Perspective shapes reality.

Have you ever argued, only to later realize the other side had merit? How often do we mistake perspective for absolute truth? What might change if we paused to see beyond our own viewpoint? Comment your thoughts below! 📌 Follow for more


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