“Lessons”
By Faith Haenel
My darling as time progresses you will forget a lot of things.
You will forget the clothes you wore,
The words you spoke,
The reasons behind your ways,
Even some of the things that light up your eyes.
Soon the things you will remember will either be two things;
Near and dear to your heart strings
That they play a symphony on the acoustic draw of your breath.
Or they will be the damage,
The rust that has spread through the crust of a once polished instrument,
Used purely to play your life.
But my dear,
Heed these words.
Do not feed the toxin.
Do not be as unforgiving as the tides rushing to swallow the depths of the sand.
Do not be as hateful as the poison in a mushroom to the unknowing poverish.
Do not be as forgetting as the never-ending crowds whose hunger yearns for each bystander.
Forgive as if it is easy,
Yet trust as if your expectations are but a balance beam.
Love with all your might,
Until the very gentle caress may break your deepest sorrows.
But do not love the darkness.
Forget the mistreatment,
The pain,
The cold.
And remember the hope,
The light,
And the happiness.
“I have been writing poetry ever since I was young. I love the art that words can depict. This is my first year at Nicolet and I am working on my degree for animal rehabilitation, with a minor in journalism. I have had a lot of rough patches in my life that could possibly have been avoided, but that have made me who I am today, and this is my poem to honor that.”
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No new poetry by staff or community members for today’s posting.
