An Offering (Proposal) to My Teacher

Becoming bitter,

I learned to suppress my hunger.

You stimulated my pallet with your sweetness

and I hungered.


Walking without purpose

I stumbled over myself.

You took hold of my hand

and I was steadied.


When attacked by the cold

I would defend my residence.

You showed me to open,

embrace the cold and warm it.


When lost and confused,

I rushed aimlessly toward any destination.

You showed me the path to my destiny

and I was lost no more.



I offer you this apple (teacher)

taste of its sweetness…

Come learn from me.


◄ Staring at the Concept of a Word

Cry on Moana we could use the rain ►


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Tue 6th Mar 2018 14:08

Thanks, Hannah. Glad you liked it...

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Hannah Collins

Mon 5th Mar 2018 19:39

Love this poem.
So beautifully expressed.


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