-- Clouded Heart 2010 --
I am very alone after a day filled with students to whom I fed the prescribed curriculum. Stolen moments held true-life lessons of compassion and integrity shared with adolescents whose worlds are encapsulated in miniscule bubbles bulging with anger and hatred. My news sources have been checked, and now it is time for myself; a time in which I scour my intellectual and creative sources, and take more than a moment to reflect. This evening, I have learned more about myself and the world once again.
I try to make the world a better place, but at this very moment I hold back tears of both sadness and frustration because I am despised for nothing more than my hope to love whom I choose. I want to speak out, but fear the potential consequences. By denying myself, what sort of example do I set for the aforementioned students?
I am finding my voice, and its desire to be heard scares the hell out of me.
