"I know," was a phrase her lips had spoken in rote response,
words uttered in constant reply to questions of habitual poor choices,
unto every lesson of reality that she never learned
in life's perennial semesters of inner revealing
with circumstance's mentor constantly giving such grueling exams.
She never savored the honey of change even when it meant sugary seconds,
stumbling from one episode of sorrow to another,
broken hearts she left along the way,
love's homework for her spirit never completed.
One fatal moment of dire error, time faded in single blink,
waking on eternal meadow and soul trapped upon a chair,
one place to sit among a legion of furniture.
A voice, having her tone, now uttered the truths she refused in life to hear,
stuck without a single recess on enlightenment's examination chair
unable to escape to next plain of thought
until her ears of understanding stopped being deaf to wisdom's assignments.
Afterlife she discovered meant languishing in an immortal schoolhouse
where failing to study the letters of universal light's language
kept one forever in divine study hall.
Honorable mention
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