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.

Part of You

I am a part of you, if you let me,

I exist because of you, because you let me,

and now it is time to say good-bye

to old ideas,

to former complements,

to suggest we move on and

better understand,

our lives are meant for growing.

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When I feel like I do

I sometimes wonder about you

whether you might know the same

if the fleeting moments

still make sense

as that autumn day

when we really didn’t know,

but back when no one really cared.

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Now in the twilight

a wide array of life above me

sparkling like layers of brushstrokes

holding court like a canvas

placed in the center room

for everyone’s eyes everywhere

to help recognize we’re not alone,

yet, we really are alone.

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So I fill the time with nostalgia,

when I think about you,

and how you might know me today,

I can’t be proud,

I’ve never know how to allow myself

to feel really proud.

Instead, I keep carrying my satchel

the one that holds my dreams,

I can’t afford to spill them

more than I already have …

They remain a part of you.