Judgment Blinds, Assessment Reveals

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I used to believe I was meant to be
A hero and sage, uniquely free.
But judgment dressed as truth so neat
Kept dragging guilt beneath my feet.

 

Assessment asks, "What's working here?"
While judgment shouts with blame and fear.
One is clean and sharp and still—
The other’s vile and breaks the will.

 

Let go the gavel, keep the sight—
Assess with care, not wrong or right.
Clarity lives in what is true,
Not what the ego claims of you.

 

My mother stayed for forty years,
Chained by "should" and quiet tears.
She called it strong—this sacrifice,
But judgment masked the truer price.

 

Ayn Rand smoked, with clouded sight
Her pride, it filtered out the light.
Suspicious of the state’s advice,
She paid with judgment's final price.

 

Let go the gavel, keep the sight—
Assess with care, not wrong or right.
Clarity lives in what is true,
Not what the ego claims of you.

 

The words we use can cue the game—
Deserve, unfair, or rightful blame.
But underneath those verdict tones,
Is often fear dressed up in stones.

 

No need to fight or cast out shame,
Just name the story, drop the frame.
Your path begins when you can see—
What serves your life and what is key.

 

Let go the gavel, keep the sight—
Assess with care, not wrong or right.
Clarity lives in what is true,
Not what the ego claims of you.