A dark cloud of pain,
she swept in
disturbing the rhythm of the current
swirling ghosts with open mouths yawning
Her body shrinking
in knots of fury
The child, I released into that storm
was immediately lost in the tide.
she followed, carelessly
“It is the only life I know how to live,”
she shrugged with her last look back.
I sat alone
swallowed by a trailing ghost.
This happened last week, and it is haunting me. It is the dark side of being a teacher to see future suffering, and do all you can to mitigate it, but in the end know you can’t solve all the problems. You can only shine a light and hope it begins to shine a little in the family you are working with.
I am not sure what the title means. It just came to me that way.