Shoulders are counter tops for your problems.
Heavy.
Burdens find their way to the left of your ear.
Heavier.
You can smell the turmoil.
Too Heavy.
Churning and churning, the output is despair.
Too Heavy to move.
A kitchen rag of hope does a quick sweep.
Freedom.
A whiff of happiness travels to existence.
Feather-light.
What a clean kitchen you have.

Wisdom is a powerful weapon.
It is a twelve gauge, blasting the foolish where they stand,
Exploding their ego’s into ashes and ,
Melting uncanny auras, with knowledge their clothes will redden.
Silencing violence with a bullet of truth,
Piercing through a density of ignorance, they will no longer withhold,
To forget everything that they have been told,
Wisdom will intervene in the shape of a nine millimeter, coming only to soothe.