.To those unseen,
.To those that suffered,
.          Who were uncared for.
.
.          I wet the dry earth for you,
.To leave it flowing
.I want it so.
.
.You have wept
.          Much more than I,
.I didn’t understand before.
                                                  I moisten my eyes for you,
.Who have tried and fallen
.          Snapped and continued
.          Who died but considered living
.
.All grew that one year.
.           Those who shared learning,
.           Shared their memories.
.
.They stayed quiet
.When the others fought,
.           They masked their emotion
.                    When taught.
                                                  And that one year,
.          One of smiles, hope,
.     One of sorrows and weeping,
.And those of dried tears.
.
.We all become apathetic
.     Who think after pour,
.          The back choices revealed
                                                  Lay it out for me
.          Put them all together
.     Stitch each melody
.Paint each sound out
.
.Turn it to harmony
.          Each note, each stroke
.                    On brush and keys
.
.    Each string, and     each     breathe
.Moving with the hands.
.     Moving with the body
.
.Flowing like time.
.      Each thought seeping
.          Into each grain of sand
                                                  Oh! That one year has passed
.                    All too quickly,
.          Each season went by
.      Recollecting only memories
.
.We can do anything
.      Both good and vile.
.          Drifting through the clock.
.
.          But accept the unforgivable
.      Mesh it for who we are
.      And become the better person
                                                  The Understood.
.            I… Am no longer a child.
.      Not by law anyways.
.But for you it is to judge.
                                                  Who I am.
.I know who I am,
.          But you judged me too
.                    Just as we judge ourselves
.
.                              And I wept those tears,
.                                        Because it was a mirror
.                                                  The reflection upon our self
.
.
                                                                                                    Through time.
.
.
.
.Be                                          You,
.Smile,                            Grin Wide.
.      Be Happy,          Love Thyself.
.                 Have Joy.

-Rudametkin