Maternal wisdom

I do not come bearing gifts, nor do I offer a bosom for you to rest your defeated head upon as you sulk about your misfortunes.

I am both your executioner and guide through an odyssey that will bring your soul to its knees and lift your spirit from its ashes.

Heed my wisdom lest you be like the blind man who refuses to see with his other senses.

Naivety is for those who are shielded against the wrath of a world that tries to teach lessons with no memo for direction.

Love is for those who try to escape the reality of a toxic human race and an insufferable revelation that we are to blame for our demise.

Self-pity is for those delusional enough to believe that the world owes them for their existence.

For the path you choose when you learn to fly will lead you to the destination that suits your life.

The Bitter Poet