The Fieldstone Review

Learning in spite

I understand where I am in this place.
The brown walls dripping with mediocrity,
The incessant reminder that I am as effective as a Q-tip on an eyeball.
I recognize that I am insignificant
Like rain the day after a monsoon.
Dreaded, feared, respected, unwanted.
Sometimes there can be too much–
In this place where the walls continue to close in
Creeping in
Caducity caging me in.
It's a sin to waste this education.
They'll gnaw off their own left legs before they listen.
A special few will absorb as much as their pores will allow.
Sponges who will spew out while they take more in.
And I will be a part of this liquidity.