I need to let go
I need to let him mess up
And do things alone
Even if he fails, badly,
He won't learn with me watching.

I am bruising over and
over, my hands underneath the sapphire
fire they turn scarlet not livid
like my skin, deep blue upon touch.

I dream of ghosts on lustrous seas,
spirits that see
the endless ends of this and
how vapour fades to
return to the ruins. Light,

she dances on crystals only
because inside it is cold, colder
than bitter winters I have not seen.

Teach me how to lie awake
in sleepless quiet, glittering with
answers. Teach me how to burn
like a comet before their great
fall.

Can I be considered a good leader if those that follow ultimately fail in my absence?

Is the artist only as good as the canvas upon which she brings her creations to life?

I suspect not.

Therefore I am a failure as my legacy is covered in the blemishes of the fallen. Viaducts down, Rome sacked as what once was great is now nothing more than tales told by those who choose to live in the past.

But I am young.

Thus I return to the scene of my crime, hastily departed, left reeling, a drunk short a drink and a sympathetic ear, and I begin anew.

Perhaps this time I will impart some wisdom to allow those that can to light their own path, so that this time when I depart they will stand resolute and face the coming dark with the certainty of knowledge, of awakened minds.

Wish me luck.

We learn more from pain than happiness. Happiness diminishes the more we experience it. Just like a drug habit. It takes more and more of the drug to get you to your desired state of happiness.
Pain shows us how grateful we should be for all the good we have. Don't shy away from pain. Embrace it. Learn from it. There is much it can teach you.

You are not their friend
You are the center of their universe
You give them life
You are responsible
You teach them
You owe them the truth
You are too ******* yourself
You have done your job
If they hate you sometimes
Don't give in