A most reviled teacher.
Unleash the critics
The vitirol vandals of verse and venom.
As you cower under your fear
Designed by impotent influence.
Yes the project/art/relationship/moment
You say it loud
I failed and I learned.
And to your surprise
Who knew a new path would become clear?
Sometimes when a door closes, and the windows are boarded
You have to climb up the fireplace
An escape claus for those who fight through the soot and ash
To climb up and stand for a fresh view
To give meaning to your pain, a message to your mess, hope from pain.
A smirk, for they have no idea
The beauty you are about to create.
Written by: Jermaine Jay Lane
Photo By: Taqbir Huda via Flickr and a Creative Commons License