A New Teacher

A lousy situation.
A tight deadline.
A new teacher.
Stress can be so truthful.

I look into my mirror.
An image, an ally.
Not mine though.

I look into my hands.
A reminder, a sign
Of your support.

I look into my heart.
An understanding, a need
That I must be responsible.

I write now
With determination, with haste
That I must clear up this mess that I've become part of.

I hope it works out well this time.


JKLM