Comments from the Mentor I Never Had

Some reflections.

As you near the close of another semester,

you will begin to marvel at stars

Because for the longest time now, 

You've been cursing at the darkness of the night 

you're in

But you've also learned to love the sparkling beauty of the

billions of hot rock that inspire you, 

though they are far beyond your reach.

You will realize that perhaps, the reason Venus, though 

a planet, appears a star from where you stand, is to teach you,

that even those from different worlds can affect you positively

As you near the close of another semester,

you will simultaneously turn a page in the book of your life

wherein the night that once wrapped you in fear 

will feel more like an embrace of respite

And the moon that once caused you to shiver now beholds you,

as it would a lover, still with drops of melancholic dew

No longer tragic, but instead, poetic

You will walk, like a phantom in the night, not to haunt

But to know at the same time feel,

that just because something cannot be seen, nor heard, nor cause alarm

Doesn't mean it is not real.

You will feel that you are still broken

Glass shards on a pavement will remind you 

Of the same fragile glass heart you once had

Which was hammered, smashed, stepped on and ruined by 

other people's inability to value whatever you had been to them,

and on some days... you own self lies...

But you will smile at the realization 

That that which is already broken ,

cannot, be broken, twice...

You will come across the locked doors of those who told you

that you are incapable of falling in love and loving properly:

The boys and they bullies who couldn't see your beauty,

the ones who called you names other than your own,

but taught you lessons you might otherwise not have known,

Or perhaps, the girls who turned their backs on you,

because they couldn't love you back, the way you wanted them to;

The ones who rolled their eyes and sighed, in disgust,  

and taught you, what a hairline, 

of a distinction there is between sarcasm and orgasm 

because they make the same sounds for different things all the time.

But you will also realize what a good thing that is 

because not all hearts are capable of making beautiful mistakes,

Yet all the mistakes your heart ever made were beautiful

You will come across ex-friends who are ex-friends

because the couldn't put up with the weird anymore

On why, you're not bored with silence, or 

why you don't have  a life because you don't fit the

party going, socializing, noise-making description of it.

But you will also be mindful that life isn't obliged to get easier

after a recovery...

That moments only last for as long as they do, 

so you will love moments,

good, or bad....

The ones you're in are the only ones you really have

You will deal with life, the way it deals with you:

STRAIGHTFORWARD AND BLATANT

but not without the grace that it usually lacks

You will spread your wings in the darkness, 

with only the moon shining down on your ruffled 

but sturdy feathers,

As a mixture of reality and fantasy

that thrives in both bright and dim light

A dark blue bird, singing itself a good omen, 

smiling in the breeze, at the beauty, 

of the night

 

Author's Note

I'm working on my flow on paper, but here's a try...

Reviews

[Words of Wisdumb]

The "flow" comes from the mind ad should never be expected to be too smooth. There is a chasm between socializing and being sociable. You have captured that quite nicely.

[Ross Mendoza]

This is exactly what I feel right now. Please let me copy this to my facebook's wall.

[Oydrin]

I don't mind, Ross. Just don't forget the byline credit. Thanks.