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Poetry

A LESSON LEARNED

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