The Stranger (Poem)

What we fear is the stranger;
How sad this word finds harmony with danger.
What is this fear of others?
Is it a projection of a self we despise?
What we fear is the stranger;
How sad this word finds harmony with danger.

What we follow are distractions;
How good the world feels to be in half-hearted action.
What is this fable called the rat race?
Is the fallacy of self-sufficiency what keeps us in debt?
What we seek is distraction;
How good the world feels to be in constant action.

What we fear is the stranger within;
How unsettling to meet the one beneath our skin.
What if we said hello?
Is the prospect of loving ourselves like a death?
What we fear is the stranger within;
How unsettling to meet the one beneath our skin.

by Anton Flores-Maisonet

1 thought on “The Stranger (Poem)”

  1. “The Stranger” speaks to my condition. Thank you, Anton, for posting it so I may absorb it and so feel nourished. Dessert!

    I believe that the “Rat Race” is designed to keep us so busy that we believe we do not have the time to meet our own true selves. Not to know our friend’s or partner’s or children’s true selves.

    Perhaps the current COVID-19 Pandemic will provide us with the opportunity to see that we are not “rats” and that it is time to end this endless “race” to nowhere.

    Be Still
    and
    Know Thy Self

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