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To teach

Is to be there in the storm
To not walk away to a refuge where none knows
It is a storm that is to be suffered together
But how should it be,
That the passing of the storm
Took down the homes that was built?
How is it that I should still have a safe home
When those I love and teach
Should come to a home broken?

How should I teach?
For I am left silent
I am left at a loss
The pain strikes me
To see the consequences arise
From actions done so long ago
That I have left a home
With no way to fend
No real models to grow with
And to have that horrible realization
That I too was part of the storm.

I who confessed love
I who believed in teaching
May have been part of the cause
To the broken home I see

How can I teach…
When I do not know
The pain they feel?