Friday, September 28, 2007 / 2:06 PM
Another week swings right by
the usual bustle that soaks up all my time
More time i cry
More time i whine
Only for the unlimited datelines
Finally i can take a pause
a deep breath to full stop the week in sch
Finally a time out,
before the next meeting beckons me
to breathe and enjoy the silence
a rare treasure in schools truly
The horrors of the everyday sinks in
That i havent been thinking
i fire-fight alot
my lack of control in class
crippling my other incompetencies
I try to solve what i should already have prevented
And this BT is learning
To cope both the classroom and office
Comfortable in the classroom, efficient among the staff
but she keeps tripping, over little stones,
which holds her back gradually,
but retards her progress ever so subtely
When can she foresee these problems
when will her mind be tuned?
Sharpened to predict, and prevent
Honed to multi-task and be efficient
Like picking up steps in the dance studio
she'll get used to the pace and challenges
but in the studio, shez her own responsibility
and in school, she owes a dozen
classes that stream past
that comes through her little plush palms
faces who trust
and easily influenced minds
what can this BT do for them
its her constant struggle
and life doesnt revolve around them alone
her own dreams, worries and fears
her insecurities which hangs like a nook
which tightens each time she feels shez stepping into new grounds
at love or at play
she has to find that inner essence,
to sail her through her everyday
daunting, intimidating, welcoming or unfamiliar
she'll take her baby steps towards higher grounds
you can stumble, you can fall,
but you can't regress from the low you've come from.
