I am hurting
I am bleeding
This is not the way…
It was supposed to end.
All my dreams,
Are ashes
I am sitting
Reminiscing…
All the mistakes I made.
I am hurting
I am bleeding
Lessons on my hands covered red in crimson
Entered a theatre, to do a surgery…
I wasn’t trained.
I am hurting
I am bleeding
The waves
Of want, of despair, of grasping and letting go…
Silly little heart.
When I go to the shed to pray,
Pray I wake up with a different head
Dust my shoes and get my coat,
Walk away into the sunset,
Do a jiggle while I disappear,
Into the next phase of precious wisdom.
A LESSON LEARNED
