Inspiration

Quiet desolation

Unborn innovation

Plateaued potential of the mind

As simple as a sentence

As quiet as a thought

Critical moments

Drawing forward from behind

Remembering the instruction left to cultivate the mind

Forgetting at dusk bindings

Forgetting at noon regrets

 

Taught to remember “all our yesterdays”

And give credit where it’s due

And so I do

I credit you, my teacher

For the moments of your life

For your desire to inspire  

For teaching me

that to reverse the quiet desolation

And unborn innovation

One must listen to the past

And keep pushing toward the future

One must unlearn helplessness

And relearn passion

One must look to the moments and people who

As teachers

Are an inspiration

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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