The heartbreaking truth of my students: Their inspiration to my reflection
Alternative Feats: It Won’t Work Unless You Try The harder it gets, When it is too hard to bare, I write it all out. When life becomes expiry, When the darkness gets darker, I write it all out. As my troubles grow rigid, As my soul lacks nurture, I write it all out. About to explode, My breaking point is near, so I must write it out. Ideally, the "I" in this poem would be my students. I have noticed that most of them have cut markings from elbow to wrist, and it breaks my heart. The majority of them have been, or are going through, stuff that the normal person would crumble over. They are stronger than they realize, and the thought of them cutting themselves to cope with situations that are mostly out of their control is hard to even think about. About a week ago, I had a student express the urge to show me a picture that was on her phone. I re...