I know there has been some poem drama on the site recently…but I have one day left to deliver this poem.
I have this wonderful English teacher who knows about my psychosis and has been a great person to talk with. After I left the mental ward last January, she was extremely supportive and understanding. It took time, but eventually I let her into my life. I wrote this for her. How is it…
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To the The English Teacher Who Changed My Life
Yanked from the ward—not few days fresh
Laced in new straps: sitting behind a desk
Embittered and foul, I could not see
Beyond me was the holder of the key.
Within a week, you unlocked my soul
Unafraid to discover the source of woe.
Into this wreck you softly dived,
Mending beams with a mother’s kind.
Then once the shipwright finished her task,
The beam stood strong, resurrecting the mast.
And even though this ship sails atop waves of strife
She will never forget who helped save her life.