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4:02 pm in the parking lot
my Father can smell the fear reeking from my jacket
with the three holes on the right sleeve
that resemble a smiley face
They tease the clouds and tame the hills
Tickled by moss, they laugh into rainstorms
Thriving in carpets of cement and mountainous landfills
The trees talk of truth
Years ago, I picked up my first book and immediately I was immersed into a new world
Never to be seen again, as I drown in a sea of my own imagination
As an engineer in training, many things are taught.
We are taught new ways to solve problems, to innovate.
A family builds a great nest with windows that enable.
The mentor I seek, shines brightest
A mother's love
whether throughout times of sorrow,
or times of glory, is all but shallow.
A mother's love is a thunderstorm,
rumbling through a once peaceful sleep,
You have guided my steps and lit my way
Answers like petals on a blooming flower
In the depth of spring
You have showed me true strength
In the face of adversity
Even when that challenge comes from
It's not often death can save your life
It's not often death can teach you how to thrive
But it happens
It can teach you to let go
to forget your petty woes
because you may only have today
A letter to my mentor
Who isn’t much of a role model
He makes mistakes like mother nature makes the winter
Beautifully briliant voice
Intelectually unintended
Lovingly rebelious
Living in a world of ruins
Youthfully pesimistic thoughts
My hair stands
My body shakes from its cold breath
It meets me around every corner
And it makes me long to learn more from it
It is fear.
Fear has made me want to learn more about my past
Sometimes I wonder
How you can live your life falling.
Helicopters and hot air balloons stop by,
But you just
Keep
Falling.
