I may not have been the best kid in the class
that was down to a little mental instability
but i left my school knowing who I was and
who I wanted to be.
I knew what I was not, where I could go
what I could do,
what I can still do because they
taught me to soar past the limits
and become something of myself.
They helped me create the paths
to my future,
maybe I could not pick the people
that opened the doors of these new
opportunities and maybe I was not
as prepared as i could be.
But their voices still echo in my head
-perhaps because I’m a little crazed
or perhaps it’s because they gave
me something i can never return.
I cannot give them back the hours
they spent dealing with the rivers I created,
or even those oceans. I cannot give them back
the times they would try to coax me out of my shell,
‘Have a Voice’ ‘Have a Voice’
gave me my voice. I learnt what
was right and what was wrong.
It was right to tell them what was wrong
when I couldn’t give up those blood stained tissues
in my pocket. That it was wrong to think
I was alright when I stood hiding in the corridor.
I was scared of myself and what I would not become ,
that I would Run and Run and not stop Running.
Because running does not stop your problems.
they will follow you,
just like I followed you
looking for a way to make my existence meaningful.
I have found it.
I have found me
(nearly) and I am doing as you do,
Helping those that were like Me
So I can become teachers like you.