I judge people

I judge people

I judge people
I come into a room and
I see the exterior
the gray walls the concrete
the metal poles and beams
and I say to myself
what a grim ugly thing
what a cold dim space
what a reserved boring time
but if I could sit there
just sit there
in that gray ugly space
and know how it feels
to stand firmly on its ground
to breath in the cold air
to let go of pretense
then maybe my mind would calm
and I'd realize that this room
has strength dignity bravery
beneath all of that
and I'd realize that this room
can be warm if you just
let it be what it is.