which as of today, on my desk,
I compel myself
to know more and
compel myself
to take reading and writing
the way my teacher taught me,
who, even now speaks wisdom
about reading and writing,
how words can make you cry,
how they can make you laugh, or
even how these words can make you feel
all these emotions at once because
reading and writing is painful,
that when you begin to care about
reading and writing, and about the
weight of each word, the subtle
fragrance of each sentence, even
the texture of your writing style,
when you shed the fear of a
fixed mindset and embrace growth,
you begin to commit yourselves to the truth,
and that always leads to a good place, although
those places aren’t always easy, because
that place has power, it is a power that leads to
the impossible possibles, it guides you through
the unknown knowns, you enter a world where you are
a naked, foolish character on the world’s grandest stage,
choosing to show your flaws because
the power of truth,
the power of literature,
the power of writing,
are all beyond you,
showing that your humanity
is a collection of reading and writing,
that words, humans, the truth,
are all compelled as one.
