Living Lessons
My life is the subject I live.
Every story I make,
Every breath I take,
Every line I write.
They tell well-spun tales, sure.
But underneath, lies the unraveling of a harsh past.
Between elves gilded in gold,
hides the bleeding heart of an artist.
Every experience in my life shapes me.
From the times I remember gripping a knife, holding my sister behind my back as I defended us from my parents' arguments.
When I heard glass shatter after my dad threw it at mom.
When I sat on my once friends bedside, crying softly due to what he made me do with him.
When I was pulled aside at a party and beaten.
In Between all of Ellomin’s regal towns, all the golden fields that stretch miles out.
Lies the story of how I aimed a pistol at the back of my once friend’s head, tempted to fire.
But I didn't, because at that moment, I remembered the most evil trick he pulled.
He made me fall in love with him.
I spent years despising people for being so vile.
I became a narcissist, turned into the monster that abused me.
Taught the devil what it looks like to make a man into his servant.
I learned to make peace, but it took years of hardship.
I remember my mother crying because she didn't have money for her insurance.
I remember when my friend’s dad died.
I remember pain I shouldn't feel.
I remember my friend’s sister running away from home, trying to cheer him up then was all I could do.
I later asked that friend what he sees when he looks at me,
He said I was the soldier who got to come home.
“What war did I fight?”
I asked myself this so many times;
I think the only answer I could come up with is the ones honey-coated in my words.
“Plenty.”
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