Mistakes...

You can't slap away a mistake.

It's not on your forehead.

You can't cry off a mistake.

Or shower it down to your feet.

You can't run away a mistake.

It waits for you, tall and timeless.

And you can't hide away a mistake.

It stains your eyes; when they close, they see...

But you can hold close a mistake.

It will let you accept it.

And you can laugh through a mistake.

It's as soft as you are (and as stern).

You can grow in a mistake

until it's more roots than pot soil.

And you can climb atop a mistake.

Look at this view—let your friends take a turn:

                    “Have you ever seen a morning

                            shake its head at the night?”

                                      “Naw—just runs fingers through it,

                                                                   until everything's light.”