Words for My Teacher

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short Story/Poem of coming into your own. Passing the various rites of passages in our existence.

Submitted: September 18, 2012

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They say there comes a day when the son passes the father, when the student surpasses the teacher...Well today is that day. I have noticed its arrival as we talk and speak as we have done many many times before. But as we talk more I feel that your voice is different. You have taught me everything I know in this world worth knowing, so much so that I am still constantly growing. You have prepared me for this day, a day to stand on my own and show that I have truly grown from the soil of your tutelage and the base of your knowledge. I had no need for college or a university, your teachings are the universe to me. I have looked up to you and I am almost sad to see this day come. I feel the anxiousness in your voice when we converse in verses, not agreeing and seeing from different sides as if our allegiance inverses. Are we versus? Have we become enemies? Do you detest the test of my company? Do I know too much? My thoughts have become independent and I am questioning you...but is that not what you have taught me? I am no drone or clone so I must know the facts. Has my unusual thirst for knowledge and understanding in fact separated us?Do you regret the day you took me in, has your compassion become a sin? Do you still enjoy the simple greetings down to the depths of our cerebral and intellectual meetings?

 

Yes you do. I see now and understand the man that stands before me...It is me. We have traded spots, like the day you graduated from your job as learner to teacher. Our days of yearning for learning are never over until the earth reclaims our bones. You taught me that. The day has just come for me to seek out and teach my own lessons, my respect hasn’t lessened. I still see you as a bright light in my sky, your that guy that taught me to think before I buy, to repent and lament instead of cry, to stay submerged in my feelings instead of high and dry. That life is not life without the drain of pain in our body and brain. That their is no safe in a safe, that money is inanimate and fake. You don’t hate, your legs just ache and it is hard to relate, to me as your sight leaves and you can no longer see physically. But we both can now fully see. Been so long you cannot even remember what it means to be free. Freedom to run for days and raze havoc, now you laze. Not because you are lazy, but because you must, but teacher just trust in me. You have chose wisely. I was once a wild and stupid animal, easily bested, and you have made me unbeatable. You were me long ago so you know, but the long ago has started to show, in your face shows the truth of how you correctly used the strength of your youth. Victory has seemed to defeat you, but you are just a beast of a new color. For I know, you cannot tame a trained and superior mind. Superior by knowing you are superior to nothing. Just blessed with a higher sense of things. You taught me that. Everything has its place in its time. Your time has passed and you are now passing me the torch to scorch minds and find my own child that runs wild to mold till I’m old. It is a cycle, there is a lesson to be learned from everything we see and do, there should be a lesson found in everything we teach. If not then we do not have the sight to see. The gift. To see without seeing, sight without eyes, to hide thoughts with no guise. You taught me that. Your commandments have become the root of my earthly salvation. My foothold on reality. My stepping stone to greater heights. As you have achieved, I now leave knowing you shall receive your crowning glory. We needed each other when I thought I just needed you. How can I let this go?... Because I am you.

 

I see now that our differences is not of direction, but of time. The only crime scene is how time seems to have stole your prime. We are of same soul but now with a different mission, same mind but a different position, separated by the nation of degeneration. Same boat on a different lake, the earthquake in your eye when you look at me, is because you can’t take that you cannot go to fight with me. Not like you want to anyway, but your words paved the way so I can fight everyday. The unstoppable force of years has pushed you to the sideline and you are shaken to your core. I get it. The person you see in me is the person you wish to still be. The fiery passion and search for the truth, the controlled fire of your youth, you feel like a tired wisdom tooth. I get it. The self control of my soul keeps me whole and I am able to console as the clock pays its toll on you. I will miss your constant bickering and snickering at my ignorance. You prodding nods and disapproving stares at my penitence. After this I’m gone up the stairs, never to return. Now I burn with the passion of complete purpose and self awareness. Thank you, THANK YOU! I appreciate you wholly and fully. I am ready and prepared for ANYTHING. Have peace on the path of your new journey. 


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