Her head is far away
from her heart,
All that thinking
for the future,
Cut off
from the universe
of love,
Alive only in name,
a sapless tree
without root.
She is the outsider
by choice,
Uneasy, drifting
without direction,
Trying not to feel.
Efficient logic
manipulated
and controlled,
Thinking not to feel.
She was scared.
She didn’t know
she just needed
a hug.
Her demeanour
softened,
almost a smile.
She began to cry
before running.
She knew
that was all
she ever wanted.
This was written in November regarding a specific incident involving a student. Something common among many of the students I teach is the lack of affection they have received in their short lifetimes, not knowing or understanding that they are missing it. Just a simple hug has made a big difference to many.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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