learning lessons

I find myself willing to do anything,
any kind of action
that might bring about a boiling point,
or at least teach me
how to balance on a peak,
something to prepare me
for this life
that looks so much like a wilderness,
a place caught between shadows
and rainbows
where everyone
seems to be hiding from something
and the only things left to be found
are now so lost
they’ve grown tired of waiting
and have disintegrated
into a substance
known only by the wind

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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