Schooled.
My beloved taught me that I was
stronger than three years of daily weeping.
My beloved taught me that I could walk
difficult terrains that almost claimed my sanity.
My beloved taught me that my heart could love,
that my body could burn with desire,
that my devotion, my passion, my yearning-
they mean nothing,
and that I could rein them all in-
eventually.
My beloved taught me lessons in pain,
lessons in healing,
lessons in surrender,
lessons in walking away.
