Whispers Between Words

I came with hands unclenched and heart awake, To serve, to teach—for hope and learning’s sake. I walked among the young with humble aim, Yet found the fire I brought met not the same. The gate was open, but the welcome thin, The smiles spoke less than what stirred within. Cold winds blew from those I stood beside, While silence grew where trust should have replied. A voice once steady, eager to be heard, Was hushed before it could speak a word. When conflict came, no room was made For truth to rise, or wrongs to be weighed. And though I planned with care and grace, My work was brushed aside—no face To meet me in the sacred space Where teachers grow through mutual grace. No tools in hand, yet still I gave Each spark I had, each hour I saved. Not for praise, but for the child Whose mind could bloom though skies were wild. Yet in this path, my spirit sees The weight of walking without peace. No anger now—just light and rain, The lessons etched through silent pain. Let this goodbye be soft and clean, No bitter roots, no twisted scene. The kindness shown by hearts sincere Will stay with me, and persevere. So here I part, with humble grace, No blame to cast, no final case. Only a prayer—that all may grow In kinder soil than I did know. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: “Whispers Between Words” unfolds in the hush between words spoken and those left behind. It traces the delicate dance of light and shadow—where strength is a whisper, and grace moves silently through unseen trials. Born from quiet storms and soft prayers, this poem invites reflection on the spaces where healing lingers just beyond reach, and where growth blooms in the fertile soil of patience and hope.