Miss Understanding (a poem)

I try to be Miss Understanding,
to give the benefit of the doubt.
I search for what I am missing,
the topics to learn more about.

Am I the one with the blind spot?
Am I the one missing the point?
Is it really your fault
that this has me all out of joint?

Sometimes, it feels quite personal,
an attack directed at me.
Maybe you didn’t know how it felt.
Maybe you just couldn’t see.

With distance comes perspective,
as my words sear into my heart.
Maybe you were Miss Understanding, too,
and I wasn’t doing my part.

~ elr