Life, Poetry, Writing

They Say I Lost my Hope, a poem

Corrie's Mom

There is a rumor going ’round

that I lost my hope.

Some say I sold out my hope

when I dressed in black,

but I put on a dress–

a soldier’s unwrinkled uniform.

It’s pressed and ready.

It might get torn,

covered in mud,

and my face reflects a reaction

no one’s nightmare wants to see.

Did you hear the rumor?

It said I lost my hope.

Some say I dropped my faith.

Just like all wars,

they did not see men come from the trench,

and onto the barbed wire fields of France.

They did not hear me call their names to clear them out of view.

Oh, Sandburg said, “Be easy about the wars.”

Did they come and sit down with me to ask me about my hope?

Until they take up their guns and drop down into the trench with me,

they will say I shot off my hope,

but hope changed from a new beginning and something worth teaching to get out safe.

The parts of me you knew before may not be left in tact,

but if you look beyond the thorn bush,

You may see a daisy thrive in the weeds.

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Published by Corrie's Mom

They say teacher turn over is high right now, and many teachers will leave the profession in five years or less. I will enter my seventh year as a full-time teacher, and my 12th year in education after I'd started as a sub and teacher assistant. I was the student in the 1990s you did not want in your classroom because I was diagnosed with ADHD and did not know how to socialize with other kids. I was due to be tested for autism, but this was considered an ostracizing experience for a child then, especially a girl. I am a third generation teacher and author of seventeen creative works.

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