The kind of day that’s split and off kilter
My morning broken down at home, where all I did was work.
To school I go to work.
The homicidal and suicidal words spoken by the youth I hear impresses upon me in an eternal way.
Anger, pain, anxiousness, and sadness are handed to me in pieces as I attempt to help the babies put their puzzles back together
There’s a sick kid I must lay my own eyes, hands, and voice upon at home.
I need emotional support that I feel none of them are strong enough to give.
Off I go to be a master.
I cry in the car when suddenly, there’s a Jeep Wrangler blazing in flames on the side of the road.
The universe placed me in Group Counseling class this night and I shared that there was no material thing I’d run back in the burning house for.
And upon my return home, my two answered the same.