Mentor

In this world I do not understand

I have found there are many things to love

The earth, the wind, the sky, the beauty

and everything that exists above

 

There are many things to love

but one will always triumph them all

and that is to rise with the wings you have been given

and to never allow yourself to fall

 

My mentor was myself through the darkness

I became the person I trusted most

And while the people around me encouraged me to be better

I continued to sail along my own coast

 

I became stronger than my demons

I became the earth, wind, and sky

I grew myself my own set of wings

and remembered how to fly

 

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