You taught me everything I know
About the kind of person who can go
A whole life as a leader
Without resorting to fear.
You taught me half of what I know
About sacrificing pieces of myself.
I twist the knife for my own goals,
Or pull it out to bleed for someone else.
Most of all, it was your teaching put to rest
The child's fears I had of death.
I don't keep those anymore,
Now that I know living is the true horror.
I carved your marks into my weak left side,
Notes even my mess of a life couldn't hide,
an unyielding, unhealing, technicolor scar.
I smile desperately to remember who you were.
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