You inhibit the raindrops
From pouring out of your eyes
As clouds in your mind thunder
And you feel your heart surrender.
You know if he senses emotion
He will escape in revulsion
Because he evades all types of attachment
In fear of the inevitable disappointment.
He does not understand the sensation
Of dancing in the raindrops formulating around him.
It reminds him that he too is merely human
That he too can endure such desperation.
But mostly, it reminds him that you are real
That human connection is a learning process
And you cannot estimate its failure or success.
Inconsideration creates exasperation
The clouds explode in the collision
Tears flow savagely onto the stone
That once used to be your heart.
The storm departs;
You are alone.
What if mirrors were never created?
Would we all be differentiated?
Would categorization based on appearance be common,
Or would we be united, all humanity as one?
If everyone around you, you could perceive
But your own face you could not retrieve
Would that make you humble, or full of pride?
Would you let society dictate your every stride?
Or would you embrace your freedom?
We are more than just a sum
Of the parts that make us a whole.
The most fundamental element is our soul.
If mirrors did not exist,
Neither would our fists.
Instead, we would extend our hands
To embrace all of human kind,
Against discrimination we would stand
To our dissimilarities we’d become blind.
The world would know no hate, no destruction
For we would be too occupied in self-reflection.
The greatest struggles a writer must face
Are the placing of words in the correct place
Are providing the fuel to light the fire
Are creating immortal ideas that inspire.
Then comes the self-deprecating expedition
Where one knows not where to end nor begin
Where perfection is sought, but none exists
Where the desire for satisfaction persists.
Finally, the writer must divulge the revelation
That what they seek they can never achieve
That it is better to accept than to deceive
That self-fulfilment is merely an aspiration.
There are a multitude of ways to craft a sentence
An unlimited number of adjectives to utilize
An endless array of vocabulary and tense
An infinite amount of characters to disguise.
But the writer must awaken to the reality
That such thought processes lead to misery.
One must pick up the pen and begin to rhyme
And watch their destiny unfold in due time.