To him who has made
mockery
of my existence his routine,
I say thank you.

To him who has scorned
my dreams,
relegating her to the very foundations mother earth,I say thank you.

To him who has derived pleasure
posing a living blockade, in my way.
An everlasting thorn in my skin, an ache in my heart. Mày you be  enriched.

For the blessings,
measures of wisdom
and experience you have procured for me, I thank you.

You posed a barrier,
yet you are a stepping stone.
You created a hedge,  it is my wall of challenges, now. A distraction, which has set new focus. I thank you.

In kindergarten we learn the alphabet,
We color and make terrible art,
And that sharing is caring.

In 1st grade we learned bigger words,
With the worst thing we had to worry about,
Was yet a simple spelling quiz on Friday.

In 5th grade we learn numbers are confusing,
And learn about the planet we live on,
We find out why the moon goes away.

In 6th grade we learn about morals and sorrows,
As we're quickly taught the horrors of our history,
Of all of the pain, torture and lost of life we caused.

Freedom is
when your
conscience
doesn’t
accuse you.

A shattered heart
no longer broken.
A torn conscience
no longer lost.
A tormented mind
no longer conquered.
A depressed being
no longer shaken
by emotions' digression.
A defeated being
no longer vanquished.
Activated mode: evolution.