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She woke in the night
With poetry on her mind
And the taste of alacrity
On her tongue
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She filled up the air
With slow conversation
And secret I-love-you’s
Whispered in languages
Only the beloved could
understand
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Dreams unrequited
Impediments unchallenged
Reawakened, fresh
Alive! Alert! Awake!
Bright-eyed enthusiasm
Bounding barriers, imagined.
© Suzy Jacobson Cherry
I quite literally woke up with the first two stanzas of this poem ringing in my head. I had to look up the word “alacrity” to remind my half-asleep self that it means “eagerness” or “cheerful readiness.” What else could this be about but this newly re-awakened dream of teaching? After a year and a half of working with autistic students as a paraeducator, struggling mightily with some aspects of the job, and even sometimes feeling like a weird little girl left out by the popular kids, something opened a door I had closed almost 50 years ago. Now here I am, an old woman by many accounts, working toward my teacher certification and heading into an interview for a paid internship later this week. I’ve got this!
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About the Creator
Suzy Jacobson Cherry
Writer. Artist. Educator. Interspiritual Priestess. I write poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and thoughts on stuff I love.
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Comments (1)
Well, thee is nothing "weird" about your talent and passionate writing. This was fabulous. Wonderful that you are using your gifts! I subscribed.