In the quiet hum of the classroom’s embrace,
I pour my heart into lessons, a labor of love,
Crafting worlds with words, igniting minds,
Yet in the shadows, my efforts go unspoken,
Like whispers lost in the rustle of leaves.
I stand before eager faces,
Each question a spark, each answer a flame,
But when the day ends, and the lights dim low,
I wonder if anyone sees the fire I’ve stoked,
Or if my passion is just a flicker, unseen.
I’ve woven dreams into the fabric of their minds,
Celebrated small victories, nurtured their growth,
Yet accolades slip through fingers like sand,
And recognition feels like a distant star,
A light I reach for, but never quite grasp.
I am the architect of futures, the guide in the dark,
But in the halls of silence, my heart feels the weight,
Of unacknowledged hours, of battles fought alone,
Each lesson a testament, each student a victory,
Yet here I stand, a ghost in my own story.
But still, I rise with the dawn,
With hope stitched into the seams of my soul,
For every child who learns, every mind that expands,
Is a triumph worth more than the world’s applause,
And in their eyes, I find my worth, my cause.
So I’ll keep teaching, keep shining my light,
For in the hearts I touch, my legacy lives on,
And though the world may not always see,
I know the truth of my journey,
And that is enough for me.