Wisdom doesn’t always seep from
Dusty books and astute elders
Who memorize words in Latin
Just so that they can pray more
Effectively.

Sometimes wisdom
Is simply breathing
In and out.

My dreams hold all the answers
My fragile soul wants to know
And I regurgitate my delicious
Perception through my
Intuition.

Where perceptive ashes burn,
Pessimism glows in the incinerator
While I observe that we
Break china plates
Across the tiled floor
Just because we can.

Everything is marvelous
When it is under control
And I have it firmly in my
Grasp.

Pay heed to your intuition,
My darling
And redefine your future
By forgetting your past.
Disregard the asinine words of
Society.

Travel at the pace your spirit sets-
Not at the height of the barriers.

Go further than those who went before you
Because courage is written across your eyelids and lips:
Audaces fortuna iuvat,
And if you don’t believe in me-
I will believe in myself.

Go dismantle society’s interpretation of what is
Perfect by accepting the marginalized because
Sometimes courage isn’t the loudest roar,
But the quietest whisper.