teacher

In times of good and bad I let nature be my teacher. One leaf sways as gently as a summer song, not so I can sing along– but to remind me that I belong in these last pieces of greenery, they are not simple scenery they are our home a good climb upon a hill doesContinue reading “Teacher”

Confidence

“Are you a confident being?” my teacher asks of me, my face approaching a mirror I’d rather not see. “Being of what?” I reply, rapping the blackboard my mind picks up chalk and I write: “A tale of confidence.” “It’s the story we need to hear,” I am told on repeat, like a pop songContinue reading “Confidence”