From my myriad indiscretions to staunch misconceptions – you’ve always told me to my face
ways to put me in my place.
Your words had me reprimanded – though consistently they landed seedlings in my forest of thoughts: neither outgrown nor wasted as something but for naught.
Because your wisdom comes from a position I’ll surely never know, so I hope others grow like I did
…no matter where you go.
Hope springs eternal laking valleys from rivers; may your arrows point a path so these fucking assholes quiver.