The weight of lessons

The vantage point, venue, experience,

Lessons I question

overwhelming, oppressive

Leveling the ego with concussive force.

Indecision

my vision, modus operandi, time is fleeting.

Answers are sequestered, utilizing anonymity,
Frustration are the walls, destined to fall…

But.

Raising my gaze

I realize that

Divinity

is

the

ceiling.

As I’m turned towards you…

Reconstituted and made whole.