contest over the dead line
wind scraped, sea-carved cliffs
scale, in silence, grief’s mountain
child’s ashes, scattered.
.
fuck due dates.
and haikus.
Three years ago my student’s father dropped dead.
She’s had a lot to lift since then.
I wrote her a letter.
Sunday, I offered The Secret Garden
to a blue mountain peak
Dedicated it to my student.
I became a teacher because of that story.
I wrote her a letter. She needs to read it.
She deserves to unfold in a story.
To feel seen and important.
She lifts a lot at such a young age
You should see how strong my student is.
I wrote her a letter. Help me deliver it.
Please.
@norealbalance
