When life decides

to teach a lesson

it does not care whether we will cry or scream or feel like dying

all that matters is what is being taught

If we do not get it around it will come again

until the teacher is satisfied

for that is how an acorn becomes a tree

through freezing nights and strong winds.

Don’t ask why I struggle but only what am I to learn

in the dark night when my eyes will not shut and my little brain

flurries down one road and then another.

To be alive is to be dragged through hell

until the path heads in the direction when we  know

how life has decided for us to be.