To all the years of schooling before me.
All my life I am quiet still. Like the wind forever changing learning. As I learn I find teachers, new and old like the ocean tide. Rise and fall like the breath of air. Many are wonderful, sweet like fairy floss. But some are unpleasant rotten like a piece of zucchini. Each cut within them runs deep like the river Styx. Bloodied wounds forever lost as a memory. Strength is a tool not on the outside but within me stand intelligence.
Wisdom granted by the teachers in my life. Inside my heart a storm rages lightning and thunder disagree. If you look closely within fear trembles deep in the center of the storm. It panics like a deer running back then turning back. Then it stands still in a shape of a grey doe. As the doe walks the thunder turns red the lightning becomes orange. Both colors sit in blobs as the deer is in the center. She passes each they turn to man and woman. Thunder is an obese old hag. Lightning a burly man speaking so rude the words cannot form on the page.
Lightning was once a teacher now he is trapped as an orange blob. He speaks his words are a gun no ammo refill. They hit targets deep in my mind once there now a cloud. Resilience and strength take form together as a lion golden in color. They roar at the wispy clouds departing them. As colors floods in pastel the lightning is trapped in a cage. Unbreakable from kindness, loyalty, honesty. For they create a basket built to trap him forever more. His words ring towards my head once more. "Weak you are weak you're not strong enough!" as lightning struggles, he is swallowed by kindness, loyalty and honesty. Together they turn into beautiful maidens motherly and soft. They play with an orange ball. Forever a ball once a ball.
As for Thunder she wrinkles with age. Walking away from other three colors pastels generosity, laughter, magic. She was once a teacher but now the devil reborn. The pastels transform into a sparkling proud unicorn. Thunder became a red snake slithered around herself. Fear indulged with in her loss of failure. As the unicorn trapped the snake in a basket similar as Lightning's. The words cry out from the snake angrily "spoiled rude girl" they sting. The unicorn reared up in anger as the horn of the unicorn powered plasma blasts to the snake. The flames died down revealing a rusted ring. The unicorn changed to young single ladies. They picked up the metal ring throwing it to each other. Singing "shing-a-ling what creepy thing to be happening (its mine) Shang-a-lang feel the stun and dirt in the air (mine its mine)" once a rich always a bitch.