top of page
The Teacher
They handed me you and I thought I knew because you were something I grew. Turns out, I didn’t know you at all. I thought I was your teacher you became mine too. Just look at how much we’ve both grown through. Your smile stretches something wide in me. But your tears they wake fears I can’t ignore. I thought I knew anger I didn’t not until I knew what I would give up to protect you. If it meant sparing you even a moment of pain, I would take every ounce of it even the shame.

Wildflowers After Winter
Jul 121 min read
bottom of page