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seabed
Sleeping gave me a chance, a good reason to breathe despite the difficulty of breathing. Despite lackluster love in my lungs, the moss gathering at the bottom. I am having a difficult time. I have lost my rhymes, lost the keys and the truths meant to be carried so far, so very far, to my grandchildren, to the whale outside my win- dow. He weeps peaceful- ly. He sighs constant- ly, bubbles floating from his blowhole. He has a big jaw, a big maw, a big shoe to fill. He gave the other one to me. I keep it low, deep in the chest at the foot of my bed. I keep it christened, by birth and by blood right, right there in the dead rosary. I see pagan symbols and gods in these dreams. I see stale meaning, old prophesy ghosting along the kitchen counter, the white flounder swimming past the TV. The aquarium that my house has become has swallowed me, much like the bath-blue whale. Much like the pang in my chest, the guilty, rusty knife I have has its hold on me, even in these
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Diary of a social worker
Lately, I have been asking myself the same question over and over, ‘Why do I still want to be a social worker?’
I have seen people suffer.
In schools, where children are meant to learn, grow, and have fun… I see children get badly bullied because of their disabilities. Some of these children should be in specialised schools where they can receive proper support and enjoy school… But no, they are stuck in normal classes where they lose interest in learning, day after day. There are kids who even beg to stay with me, wanting me to take them away from school because they dread it so much.
In homes, where children are s
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My Compass
Where has the time gone? Not too long ago it was searching for you, now I feel it running away from me. I remember staring at your face for the first time, nothing I'd imagined could ever compare to you; so gentle and innocent. I watched all these special moments, each one new making my heart ache in a new way. As I'm remembering your tiny body growing inside of me, seeing it outside me taking a piece of my heart and expanding it with each way you grow. You were precious cargo harbored inside me, a vessel or perhaps a freight train, I feared. I didn't feel like I had a direction, I just knew wherever we boarded I was your harbor and I could not fail you in getting there. What I never realized was that I was your destination, without even realizing it and you were my compass. We each played a valuable role. Now you grow older and wilder and search for your own direction, my heart swells with pride and sadness that I may one day no longer be your harbor, or perhaps I may be but
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Expect nothing
Occasionally be surprised!
In the meantime - think
This is my life
And, I'm never bored
Occasionally be surprised!
In the meantime - think
This is my life
And, I'm never bored