Unseen In the Classroom - MGS

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.

The Truth of Concealment - MGS

In shadows where secrets quietly dwell,

Lies the truth of concealment, a silent spell.

We wear our masks, crafted with care,

Hiding our hearts, our burdens laid bare.

Behind every smile, a story untold,

A tapestry woven with threads of the bold.

We laugh in the light, but in darkness we weep,

For the truths we conceal run far and deep.

We hide our fears, our doubts, our pain,

Fearing the judgment, the loss, the disdain.

In a world that demands we appear strong,

We bury our truths, where they don’t belong.

But what if we dared to let down our guard?

To share our struggles, to speak of the hard?

In vulnerability, there’s strength to be found,

In the truth of our stories, we’re beautifully bound.

For every heart that feels lost in the night,

There’s a flicker of hope, a glimmer of light.

When we share our burdens, we lighten the load,

In the truth of our concealment, love can explode.

So let us be brave, let us speak what we hide,

For in the act of revealing, we’re no longer denied.

The truth of concealment can set us all free,

In the beauty of honesty, we find unity.

Embrace the imperfections, the scars that we bear,

For they tell of our journeys, the love that we share.

In the truth of our concealment, we find our way home,

Together in honesty, we’re never alone.

To the Deliverer of Anger - MGS

Before you share the whispers
Before you cast the stone
Take a moment to reflect
On the burdens you have known

No two persons have the same shadow
Secrets tucked away
Moments we’d rather hide
In the light of day.

You’ve stumbled on your journey
You worn your share of scars
And though you may not speak of it
You’ve danced with your own stars

Everyone is healing
From wounds we cannot see,
Each heart a silent story,
Each soul a mystery.

So pause before the judgment,
Before the words take flight,
Remember that we’re all just trying
To find our way to light

In the trend of living
Each platform, thread by thread
Let kindness be the fabric
Let compassion be widespread

For in the shared experience
In the struggles that we face
We find a deeper understanding
A bond that time can’t erase

So lift each other gently
With words that heal and men
For we’re all just human beings
And we all need a friend.