Discomfort is an ally.

The cold that trembles me
is the cold that strengthens me,
embolden me, awakens me
to the subtleties of sensation

The decision that destroys me,
spawns a struggle,
boils away fantasy,
makes me juggle
the fruits of my fate…
is the decision that makes me great
at discernment

The moment that sets my heart on fire,
the burn of the words calling out my shortcomings,
incinerates my weaknesses.
I stand supple and strong as I die inside to something more true.

The knowledge that frustrates me,
that taunts me with its complexity,
that asks more of my brain’s capacity,
speeds up my mental processing
and slows down time.

The child who responds to none of my commands
is the child who demands I evolve in my dance.
A child who knows they are free
will not submit easily to the arbitrary.
If I imprison him in irrelevance, I will have no sanctuary
I will join him in feeling helpless and angry.

The fast that reveals a hunger, vicious and volatile,
and an apathy that no “good person” would ever admit to,
gives a clarity of mind that defines you.
Quick with alive at the tip of my tongue
they say, “You are wise for one so young”
and I say, “Perhaps I dwell with an ancient one.”