To Learn

Drunk off last night's mistakes.

Choosing to ignore, repress my dank existence,

forget about the void caving deeper into my chest.

You would think that with all this rain I could feel cleansed.

Washed away of all these dirty memories, messy encounters.

Awkward conversations.

Tonight before I sleep, I should write an ode to the better version of me.

The one who commands this intoxicated fool to

“get down on her knees”

and scrub the floor clean till it's clear and stable.

Until it’s able to have a path constructed upon it,

leading the fool in the direction of becoming wise.

Allowing her to say farewell to her old antics.

A path that will show her that some of her friends are dressed as thieves

and that a wink, while charismatic maybe just full of pretty white lies.

Deceitful as a box of chocolates pretty by design,

but just wait till you take a bite, one filled cherry…

And then you remember you hate the taste of cherry

mingling in your mouth with the decadence of dark chocolate.

She could be an angel, but she'd rather be the bird soaring high by choice not by image.

She doesn't care to be great but she does want to do good.

She wants to learn from her mistakes.

Never again to be deceived by the dark cherry chocolate,

entranced by the design of the box it came in.

But instead be smart enough to know that all she's learned,

from the;

messy encounters,

sour memories,

tedious sometimes constricting conversations…

all happened to help her, push her into constructing the path up and out.