THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE
By Wendy : Shywalker

It's been only hours since my father left,
just a day since the fire branded my skin and soul.
The human experience of life taught me many things;
about the choices or lack of that guide our way.

He asked while packing, if I regretted taken the brands.
How do you regret saving your father's life?
Without thought I answered 'No.'
He finished packing.

~He place the stone in my palm,
~I see in his eyes the silent question,
~Reacting again without thought,
~I strike at the prize.
~With my hand closed and fisted,
~it suddenly occurs to me what this means.
~As slowly my fingers begin to unfurl,
~it reveals my new life that now rests there.

~I am the master
~You the student

But how can this be?

In the matter of hours one unsecured coating is discarded,
as another ill fitting skin takes it's place.
I am left confused, unprepared for this new life,
that was thrust on me in a moment of unequaled decision.

I stand here, sharing your empty apartment with your ghost,
with what is expected of me threatening to swallow me whole .

No, I do not regret saving you father,
I would do it again in a heartbeat of time.
I do not regret the marks of shaolin,
they have always been my destiny.

But I do regret the loss of my father, who's search though important,
leads him away from me at this climacteric turn in my life.
I do regret the speed of the unexpected loss of who I was,
from cop to priest in one easy lesson.

So the human experience of life keeps teaching me;
about the choices or lack of that guide my way.