Close to the end of my first semester 
of my third year of HBBS 
has me in profound 
contemplation 
mode. 

The subject of my thoughts, mentors.  
The mentors who have been there 
and those who disappeared 
in fear of me being “too unruly”. 

The realisation bled 
there is a genuine quality 
to the purity of belief 
one to the point 
it hurts. 

Sounds silly 
to express 
in a manner! 

Why would anyone 
enmesh that level of emotion
a sizzle in the core 
of one’s heart 
which never relents.  

That says repeatedly, 
over and over 
on an infinite loop
            “I will NOT abandon you!” 
     “I am here for you no matter what, regardless!” 
                “You will not f@ck up, everything will be ok!”

What dawned on me

words are genuinely 
wonderful to hear 

words carry 
a strong weight 
within my core

Each written word 
always houses a depth 
of purity in usage, 
never wasted 
and, never said impetuously 

Action is not different 
It is equally required 
otherwise, a dry piece
of toast absent of butter.