Dr. Matthews' Notes
I worked specifically with Charlie today. I wanted him to talk to me about how he feels he is maturing and growing. He wanted to write a poem instead. This is what I received from him:
Sprouting from the ground with connections that go back for years to come.
A connection you will never know, never understand, never be able to trace back to me.
A bush then.
Shorter, smaller, less history – less connections.
Sometimes soft and smooth.
Usually prickly, filled with thorns that cause pain felt by everyone.
A rose bush.
A double edged sword.
Experience. Not always good, sometimes too much experience leads to burn out.
A wilted flower.
Started with such a beautiful opportunity, but spawned form the wrong bush.
Left unwanted, uncared for, storked.
And now ashes.
Nothing left but pieces of what once was.
(Charlie, if you had to give this poem a name what would it be?) NATURAL DISASTER
(Why would you call it that?) BECAUSE I THINK THAT IS WHAT UNWINDING IS. NATURAL BECAUSE IT CAN'T BE STOPPED, BUT A DISASTER.
(What if we could stop it?) THERE IS NO WAY TO CHANGE THE WORLD, IT IS WHAT IT IS.