Poetry Made Me Realize

Life is not a medical examination Screening for pimples and tumors Dissecting the ailing ligaments of being Dissolving mental and psychic energies To produce a healthy spiritual being Life is a tattoo in a classroom of tolerance It teaches us both the bad, ugly and beautiful It serves us the putrid smells of our wicked hearts Suffocating us with the toxic fumes of our own lips Life is a solid surface that is sometimes very cold No matter how much you try to warm your heart Life keeps on feeding you the icy cold stuff Puncturing your inner being with its frozen stare Life is a beautiful place full of ferocious wild animals In human form, they rip through each other's throats Whether competing for attention or scrambling for power Life is a pot of toxic fumes and soothing balms It can kill you or bind you with bandages made of thorns Or crown you with a billion carat diamond Life is a spectacle of beauty and death Life will feed you musical pearls while staring at you with bloodshot eyes Life is not a puzzle, it is a maze for us to find our demons and either conquer them or be vanguished forever Life is a classroom of consciousness ©Kenneth Maswabi