A Profound Tear Drop

Today was a lovely day,

so lovely in fact, that I never saw it coming.

An event that would change me,

in ways that I cannot yet understand.

I've always had strong beliefs,

strong stances on particular issues.

Beliefs that I would never have thought could change

in a moment.

My students read their poetry this afternoon,

in front of their peers.

Naked and vulnerable,

their souls were as they gave prose

their best shot.

A young male student,

one whom I had early on deemed

young and restless, relentless,

read his words.

Words from his young heart,

words of pain.

He knew of a world that children should not know.

Pain, desperation, dispair.

He lost a brother in the war,

and as he described his pain,

tears fell on to his paper.

The class was shocked.

Never had they seen such raw emotion,

in one of thier own.

I myself, was changed,

down to my very core.

Funny, how I was there to teach them,

Yet I learned more from this one student,

than any class had ever taught me.