Lessons

The thoughts of the pony I killed run through my head.

Beckoning and calling, filling me with this dread.

Laying in my bed, tossing and turning.

Until I sit up and look out the window to a world still mourning.

As the day goes on and everyone has their fun.

My thoughts and emotions act like firing bullets, my body the gun.

I can still feel that ponies spirit upon my shoulders, staring into my soul.

Perhaps Pnévma Polemistís could finally help me ease the darkened toll.

Late at night I see her in the moon's rays.

Her night glow so beautiful in the dark, putting me in a gaze.

She looks at me with a smile, breaking my trance.

So I ask her, "Pnévma, please talk to the spirit who follows me. Please find out if he'll give me a second chance".

Her eyes follow my line, along my legs to the chest and up, nodding and smiling which she sits and starts talking.

Some time goes by between the two, some words and emotions, it was quite shocking.

Pnévma looks at me with a smile and says, "The spirit forgives you for being so harsh. It only hopes you've learned your part".

A single tear leaves my eyes, letting me truly smile in such a long time.

Indeed I have learned from this lesson, and this will stay in my heart.

Making me realize no matter how far I fall, I can always catch myself again and climb.