on filling and pouring and loud

writing for five minutes on loud

enjoying a time of
solitude and silence
before my students arrive on the hall
and it's my filling time
because when those doors open
i. am. poured. out.
but their thirteen-year-old voices are not the only loud
their needs
scream for attention
so many suffer
grief
fear
anger
abuse
fill me, lord
then pour me out

my teacher self wrote an article over at the teacher's lounge. check it out - here.

linking with -

the gypsy mama for five-minute-friday
beki at the rusted chain for fingerprint friday

michelle for caffeinated randomness

studio jru for sneak peek friday