I’ve had many teachers.

They've taught me wonder,

beauty,

importantance,

but they’ve never taught me

pain.

Pain is a word that hurts,

and there is no grammar class

to teach me this.

But making mistakes?

Falling down over

and over

and over?

That has taught me,

more than I could ever repay.

Mistakes,

they are both the devil and the angel

on your shoulder.

They drench you in guilt,

yet they carry you in understanding.

There is no teacher

so feared,

yet so necessary.

And for that,

I am grateful

to learn.