Cries for help in the darkness
Not my darkness, but her own
Stretching a hand toward me
Then pulling back when I try to help
This dance...
I have spent minutes, hours
Days and even weeks
Searching for the way
But because of the darkness
I will be merely reaching out
Never touching, never grasping
Never truly
Reaching her.
Monday, April 7, 2008
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2 comments:
Frustrating, awful... excellent.
Thank you so much....the joys and heartaches of teaching!
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