One by one, the tale is told, not so new, the stories old. From out of the past they come to haunt me, for me to learn, their songs do taunt
me. Onion layers to peel away, breaking patterns for me today. The schoolroom is my life on earth, the hardest lessons to which gave birth. A student now, a teacher then, reverse the roles, I'm back again. Aiming for a clearer space, my blackboard heart I now erase.