Watch Me Unravel

I stand before you with all the humanity I can possibly muster,

yet, I will be sure to cover it up with some facade of well being.

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I realize we must bring to our students the best of our wares,

and while doing so, I will need to be a guiding mentor indeed.

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There’s a certain beauty in being a planned member of society,

rather than simply living by the seat of my pants.

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A classroom of empty desks, all readying themselves for new souls,

those that will embrace the passion being garnered by a mentor.

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I stand before you my colleagues and express my genuine concern,

please help me find my stability, the energy that helps this room to move.

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A day of staff development that all of us with little question agreed,

could better be spent doing shots at a local brewery nearby, (oops)

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Ah, but alas, that is the part we always suggest at the start of the year,

will be put aside to endear and engage the souls of our assigned siege.

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I am easily delighted by a smile, a joke, or an off-handed remark,

that allows me to be less human just for only a short time more.

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Before the legions arise over the horizon in numbers of greatest need,

stomping through the wheat fields whose harvest has passed me by.

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Strap up, grab a writing utensil, notice the purpose of my white boards,

with a delightful smile, open the door while we let our humanity join hands.

A Look, A Comment, A True Thought

When that moment of certain fear arrives,

In my head a turbulent storm gyrates.

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Little beyond feeling, perhaps notions

that creep inside the mind ever ruthless.

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Self doubt with little afterthought beckons

a spirited reaction, though docile

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in its manner, subtle in quiet spite.

Conscious and confused, separate outcomes

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seem to alter the confident repose

of yesterday’s pleasures; sweet elegance.

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Dashed by a look, a comment, a true thought

aimed desire to know to define passion

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We all seek solace from our certain fears

that dress themselves neatly in the shadows.

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Yet, why now?

Why this time?

How is life

predictable

when confusion

lies in wait?

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A look,

a comment,

a true thought …

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How do anxieties become defined,

while internal pleasures speak only pain?

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When did you walk inside this room of mine

that your response might merit my own life?

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I will wait while heavy clouds dissipate

the lightning strikes my soft heart may create.

Dancing with my Skeletons

It was just the other day
In a cold December way.
We were dancing on the avenue
When I noticed I might review.

Shadows always would loom
Darkening the dim lit room,
Where I might seek refuge
Allowing the onslaught; a deluge

Of memory driven desires tapped
Sealed, locked away and trapped
Within a moment of ecstasy
Wild winds willing the crazy,

Recalling nights when quiet whispers
Became definitive eyes in the rafters.