I walk in
confident as the sun,
The classroom
is my cocoon
Its lessons
I plan
I deliver
As I tend to the caterpillars
in it,
Test
their skills,
help them
colour their desires
and gnaw at their doubts
until assured
of their strength
to become butterflies
I am vulnerable
Uneducated and illiterate
in the ways of the world
–excuse the cliché–
for I haven’t yet learnt
my own language
I grab at straws
As and when they’re thrown at me
hoping to form
a phrase
and gradually a sentence
that tells my story
My strength
and skill
are tested
every single day
I must learn
to trust
and to have that trust broken
so that I may begin to build again
the strength in my wings
and,
hope
to someday
fly
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