And I believed
With my heart
That I was working
To make a difference

I need these thoughts out of my head
The more I try the more they come

Let go of
Thought
Complicated emotion

I teach because…
I love to teach

It’s a tremulous thing falling asleep
Waiting
Wondering

Where others sat and folded
you decided to take another hit.

Can’t listen to any music
because nothing fits my mood.

With a touch
a look
a smile
a thought
I become a thirst

The wisdom I hold dear to my heart. All who I meet. All who have left. All who have passed through my life and remain. And do not.

I don’t remember the name of my first grade teacher
Or second, or third or fourth

But I do remember feeling invisible
And not quite adequate