Lessons

A thought can be a

Blissing or a blister

Like a lighter with

Sparks that flicker

The thicker the thumb

Strikes the metal wheel

The barrel fills of gasses

Expanding through filters

And fillers the flame

With nothing feeling the same

The brain recollects

Memories of fun and failure

Which ever fills the errors and terrors

Swirling the mystery of distant history

Related to the parts of you

Drained and tamed

Rearranged the frame while

Reorganizing the letters in your name

Have you ever wondered the wonders

That slip and fall down the hall

And call you back to the movie

That lived motioned to a screen

That made you scream

After you awakened from a dream

The steam from sweat

Escaping the pores of doors

That was left closed but had

Wounds and holes

With a subtle breeze

That froze your clothes still

As if your past mannequin

Your present with a ghost

Of release and acceptance

Thoughts present with lessons

You feel the heaviness and start stressing

As if you didn't already live through hell

Only to relive it again in seconds

Without sitting with those decision

And visions

Until you were awarded

With perfect attendance

For a pause and stillness

The pause is a reflection

Of what has happened

And what is done

Now close the book and write

Another chapter

To a life with a happily ever after

Instead you over analyze

What you could have done better

Like having a remote with a rewind

To remind you of what you already

Severed and weathered

The umbrella forecast rain

Clouds so you can remain proud

Of the battles you faced

While the tears rained down

Dimples and pimples

Release can be that simple

But you passed the test

While life kept going

And growing because

Time never waits when the

lesson stood at the door

With the graduation ceremonies and awards

Now it’s time for you to move forward

Sitting still without movement gets boring

It’s time for you to pick up the ball

And start scoring

Your future is awaiting after

awakening from the loud snoring

The cold from your eyes

Are like webs to a spider

It tells a story of glory

after years of permanent

scars left without erasure

See you are the savior

your ancestors and guides

Instilled you with favor

while mother universe sent help

with a tribe of neighbors

Her quiet whisper is a reminder

To continue the journey

Everything else will unfold

after all, you are the creator

Pull the veil off

See god in the mirror