Permanent Teacher

The highs and lows of this crazy life,
As sudden as a finger cut by a knife.
And you laugh to hide the pain;
You cry only in the shower or the rain.
And you breathe in the good whenever you can,
Because life the highs and lows won’t plan.
And you catch what life throws your way,
And keep walking while your hair turns gray.
And in time nothing scares you too much.
Fear stops being the stopping you crutch.
And by the time you feel mentally strong,
You wish life you could prolong.
Life, the teacher that sees you die…

B. Meza (c) September 2015

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Writing is liberating.
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