"Shattered pieces, fine as glass,
Spread across the crowded hall.
Fragments of myself that broke again,
Each time I'd fall.
And each time harder, to pick back up,
Those broken bits of me.
How could I, alone, hold up
A million things I couldn't see?
Arms, so full of shards of tears,
The world had missed stream down my face.
I'd never thought that I could feel
So alone, in such a crowded space.
But out the dark, you emerged,
And always knew just what to say.
Fixed each tiny piece of me,
And never turned away.
Oh, I was just a child,
But I'd always wondered where I'd be
Had you not shown up, when you did,
And saved myself from me.
I hadn't told you, just how much,
you'd done for me each day.
I wish I'd known the reason,
Why you knew just what to say.
They were the words you longed to hear,
And I had all but missed.
Too busy dancing to your songs,
The lyrics, I dismissed.
And now, today, I stand here,
Begging for a moment more.
Picking pieces back up,
Off the blood staining the floor.
You never knew, you meant a thing,
I ask myself now, desperately;
Would you be here right now,
Had I told you what you meant to me?"
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
This poem is shows the POV of someone who, as a child, was in a dark place, and a teacher helped them a great deal. Not thinking they were good enough, eventually commit suicide, years later, when the student is grown up. The writer then wishes they had told the teacher what they did for them, feeling that had they known what an impact they'd made on their students life, they would realise they were enough. I don't specify the Student and Teacher roles in the poem, to make it more relatable, to people who wish to interpret the roles differently, as suicide is a world-wide issue, unfortunately. I wrote this poem for Jensoo4everlove , who wanted a poem on teachers. Sorry it wasn't more obviously about teachers, or more uplifting. It's kind of different to the poems I normally go for, and I struggled writing a poem including such a specific character role. This was the best I could do. I tried :)
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Pocket Full Of Poetry | Collection Of My Original Poetry | Arabella Katt
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written. Enjoy! " I Climb Into The Tallest Tree, Where You Could Never Find Me, Where Words On Paper Planes Fly Free, Watch stories sail across the sea In My Ink Filled World Where I Can Be, With Pockets Full Of Poetry"...
