We ask this
When something's amiss
It becomes a big fuss
Or something we missed like a particle of dust
But no matter how small it is
It's something that shouldn't be dissed
Because there is a lesson
A different type of medicine
This is part of the purpose
In which karma shows on the surface
It gets us to think
To stare at the wall and take another blink
It gets us to understand
The details of someone's hands
It gets us to face ourselves
Opening the volumes of our life we had shelved
Above all
After we take the fall
We grow
From the lecture life wanted us to know
And maybe
A word that's a little shady
That this is the epitome
Something that hones
How.
YOU ARE READING
As life goes, so do I
PoetryRead to feel. These poems are written in the hopes that it stirs the emotions. Just maybe someone out there will come across this and find a poem in here that expresses exactly what they are feeling. And for me, I hope that brings comfort to some. T...
