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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Rambling Spirit

A pinch is what it takes for the numb heart to feel…

There is no mistaking; thy heart is fragile engulfed with inexplicable wretchedness. I walked through the cold floor, unmindful of the chill that was sent to my spine. I trembled while thinking what a sad thing it is…

Hot tears threatened to consume my feebleness. The wind howled singing with the saddest song from heart. The rain has fallen flooding with grief the broken spirit.

What a sad thing, indeed…

The moon hid in canopy sheltering itself with melancholy swaying from tree to tree. The death of will, the cry of heart, the numbness of spirit…

I shield myself from that blinding sorrows but the truth remains, I can’t escape.


The sea of lamentation succeeded…




Monday, July 21, 2008

Life as a Teacher


How time flies so fast…

The sea of innocent faces drowned my time for almost two months now that I shoved again writing for quite a while. It’s rewarding and frustrating at the same time.

Teaching has never failed to overwhelm me. I still can’t believe that countless lives are entrusted under my care and I can either break or make them. Their minds are so fragile and one false move may destroy what’s in store for their future.

Here I am late at night thinking my whole day in school. The funny moments when kids find humor in everything we do, the frustrating times when lessons are too tough and the time is not just conducive for learning, and the light on their faces which evidently shows dawn of learning, they made my heart ache to give more and share a bit of me to inspire sparks of acumen.

Some days are just so lonely. When my goals didn’t happen as planned or a bad news started my day, but young hearts and minds are dependent on me- waiting for love and care.

Touching lives is not a joke. It’s a 24- hour commitment of making a difference in the lives of innocent children. I have no map to direct me in the right path to hit their hearts and make a mark; I have only my heart to stir me in the exact route.

When things in school become tough, I try to think of expectant faces waiting to learn, hopeful hearts waiting to be touched, and eager minds yearning to be filled not just mere knowledge but wisdom of knowing what is right and wrong.

I am a teacher and I’m proud to be one albeit of endless struggles to touch young lives.

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