thursday morning poem

When you feel a tear sliding down your cheek in the middle of

grading the stack of essays in front of you;

when you drop your pen, put your head in your hands,

and let yourself be defeated by the task for just a few moments;

so that you can find an old journal to write a few words

about how much you miss your daughter and

how exhausted you are at the job you love;

to take a deep breath, exhaling all of the burden out,

in surrender, to remember what is important.

On the next inhale, find stability and strength

to start again.

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